Full-Time Nightmares & Part-Time Dreams

On the night of the smoking pizza incident, FW&BF and I were out for drinks, as I'm sure you realized from previously described pizza incident. Our evening began to get interesting when we noticed a trio of suited folks walk into the bar. We immediately thought their attire was a little strange for a bar on a Saturday night, and what was even more odd about the whole thing was the way they immediately approached two women sitting at a table near the bar entrance. The women didn't appear to be involved in the event the suited trio took part in because they were both dressed in jeans and long-sleeved black tops. Soon enough, one of the guys in the suited trio left the bar, and the remaining man and woman approached FW&BF and I. The guy initially commented that we were sitting in the corner, and he didn't understand why. I didn't tell him, but my goal is always to be like Baby in Dirty Dancing, so that's why I chose the corner. Just kidding, just kidding, really I didn't even think we were in a corner at all. So they pulled up a couple chairs, and we got to chatting. You know, just about the usual, where we were all from, where we work, etc., etc., etc. We learned that the guy suit was from the midwest and played baseball for a community college or something. The woman appeared to be mute for the first 15 minutes of the conversation. Anyway, I know that there were certain signals during the entire discussion that should have told me that things were about to go awry, but I didn't really know it for certain until I heard the guy suit offer the catchphrase of the evening---"What I do, is I turn full-time nightmares into part-time dreams." Uh-huh. Yep. That's great buddy. Well you just turned this conversation into my personal nightmare. The next thing we knew they were trying to pull us into their little scheme of selling some sort of anti-aging wonder product. I think FW&BF got the worst of it because the mute jumped on her as soon as they got full-on into their pitch. I just sort of sat back in amazement, wondering if it all was actually happening. Finally they gave up to head off to another bar and catch some other unsuspecting souls. I bet they were depressed when they left because, at first, they probably thought they hit the jackpot with us. Two women working in the athletics field?? What better place to distribute their life-changing miracle maker! Luckily we just tore up their business cards when they left and managed to get the guys at the table next to us to buy us drinks for our suffering...more on that later.
And, of course, not to make a habit of this or anything, but I totally owe a birthday shout out to a friend back in the home state; we'll call her Marvelously Brilliant Mommy & Lawyer. So here goes--MBM&L Happy Birthday! (I know, I know the acronyms are getting out of control, but what are you going to do?)