I told them we were married

all for a Turkey sandwich.

I was at the movies with my brother and his wife, Karen. Up in Oregon, where such things probably go unnoticed anyhow.

I was buying us some snacks at the concession stand, specifically popcorn, a soda, and some junior mints. Having just retched outside the theater into a potted plant (migraine) my brother didn't really feel I should be at the movies, much less at the concession stand.

But hey, it was Harry Potter, and I was feeling better. Also, I had half a turkey sandwich stuffed into my coach purse.

I gave the man my credit card to pay for our purchase, which was conveniently located in my pocket because I'd just used it to buy our tickets. He asked me for identification, and since I couldn't reveal the giant turkey sandwich in my purse, I said, "We're married, can you just look at his id instead?"

My brother shot me a horrified look that bordered on I'm going to kill you for your cruelty and we'll talk about this later, missy. True to form however, he just pulled out his wallet and showed his license and all was well.

So that's the story of how I married my brother in Oregon for a turkey sandwich.