Galaxy s5. That phone fell twice in boiling pasta sauce, survived falling in a cement mixer. And managed to not get corrupted by 13 y.o. me rooting a phone for the fist time. No replacements parts other than a new battery. It still fucking runs.
Basically that phone was a continuous hand me down. My dad, a construction worker, bought it for himself, hence the cement mixer. Then, he managed to get a phone plan with insurance, so if it broke at work he wouldn't have to pay for another phone. And the s5 got handed over to my mom. Where the pasta sauce happened.
Last. It got handed to me. A wee kid that was starting to dabble into the deeper side of IT. And thats were the rooting came from.
That phone is a trooper. And i genuinely miss when phones were not as fragile as tissue paper.
I brought my Deuter backpack to a place where people leave old stuff (we're in Denmark, stuff gets picked up and reused), after 17 years. Same stuff - holes got bigger, so it wasn't "good'nough" anymore. I was cycling, travelling, going to work, wverything.
I doubt somebody picked it up at this stage.