Tearsheets - take two.

Tearsheets seem to be a popular source of Muppet-frustration, perhaps because it's Waldorf doing them, week after week.

Waldorf is living in the movie "Groundhog's Day," where every day is that dear little Muppet's first day on the job.  Every day, everything is shiny and new and whatever she did previously is gone, gone, gone.

Today, Waldorf is pulling tearsheets for ads that ran last week.
Today's episode centers on South Jersey Marina.

Waldorf: "I can't find the ad for this one."  (Waving the invoice around like a flag)

Me:  (reading the flapping invoice)  "See the post-it on it? What does it say?" 

(note: It's a hot pink flower-shaped post-it, with writing clear as can be, done in a nice, sharp black Sharpie marker)

Waldorf: "It says 'It's the fishing tournament ad.'"

(I wrote that, so she would know it's an ad saying "fishing tournament."  Simple enough? One would think....)

Me: "Do you see the fishing tournament ad?"

Waldorf: "Yes, it's in the sports section. But this (invoice flapping again) says 'South Jersey Marina', not fishing tournament."

Me:  "Waldorf, South Jersey Marina is running the tournament. They're paying to advertise the tournament. The ad is for the tournament they're running."

Waldorf: "Well, why doesn't it say that on the invoice?"

Me: "It says 'fishing tournament ad' on the invoice."

Waldorf: "But the invoice says it's South Jersey Marina."

(I pause, to hide all sharp objects before the last bit of self control vanishes.)

Me: "Waldorf, look at the ad."  (she pulls out the ad)  "What does it say?"

Waldorf: "It says fishing tournament."

Me: "And where does it say the tournament is?"

Waldorf:  "At South Jersey Marina."

Me:  "Okay, so fishing ad, South Jersey Marina, that's the ad."

Waldorf: "Okay," (tearing it out) "But it says they have an ad in one of the other papers too. What is that one for?"

Me: "The same ad. Seriously. Same ad. S-a-m-e-e-x-a-c-t-a-d."

Waldorf: "Oh, so it's for the fishing tournament too?"

Me: "Yes"

Waldorf: "Okay...."

(she looks in the paper)

Waldorf: "I don't know if this is it. All I see for a fishing tournament is for one in Cape May. This is the Ocean City paper."

Me: "Didn't I say 'same ad'?"

Waldorf: "When?"

Me: "Just tear the thing out and go with it."

Sigh.