Catch-22 Alert

“Our attempt to deliver a text message notification to your wireless device was unsuccessful........”
Well of course it was. My current cellphone is kaput.

A little explanation here:
My Motorola RAZR® cellphone was dunked, and is inoperative.
I’ve tried various methods of drying it out, and nothing worked.
So I ordered a new cellphone, a Nokia 6205.
Okay, next step is to activate the new cellphone; call 877-807-4646.
“Please key in your cellphone number with area-code.” (A machine call.) “Bip-bip-bip; bip-bip-bip; ba-bip-bee-bip!”
“Please key in password to your MyVerizon account.”
I don’t have it! Ya texted it to an inoperative phone; thereby crashing mightily in flames.
So activate your new phone to get that texted password.
I can’t activate the new phone without the password, which I can’t receive because my new phone isn’t activated.
CATCH-22 ALERT! Another one of them wonderful technological loops served up by engineers; ya need to activate your new phone to activate your new phone. —Sounds like my politics is wrong, or I don’t understand the engineering mind. (“The way to cure a power-surge in Floridy is disable the entire power-grid.”*)
REPUBLICAN-LOGIC ALERT!
*“That was a human-performance error,” he’ll bellow.
“Yeah,” I’ll say. “It was an engineer.”

Linda has since called Verizon (while I was at the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA); and determined my MyVerison account has the same password I’ve always used — like maybe a new MyVerizon account was set up when we renewed our contract almost two years ago.
Too bad we don’t have 44 around — although the Nokia is now activated.
(Toy not with the master!)

My loudmouthed macho brother-from-Boston (“he”) was trained as an engineer, and noisily claims superiority. I majored in History, so am therefore vastly inferior.

RE: “The way to cure a power-surge in Floridy (Florida) is disable the entire power-grid.......” —Last year most of the Florida electric grid was shut down because of a single engineer trying to fix things.

My siblings are all tyub-thumping Republican Conservatives.

“Linda” is my wife of 41+ years.

I work out in the Canandaigua YMCA exercise gym.

“44” (“Agent-44”) is my brother-from-Delaware’s onliest son Tom. He recently graduated college as a computer-engineer.

RE: “Toy not with the master!” —I always say that to get my siblings upset.