It was the Spring of 2003 and Hack was tired of the tax implications of being single. He knew he had to get married, but was troubled by the fact that he couldn't think of anyone offhand who he could ask.
Then he saw her. From across the dining room at Arby's. She was like a dream. A dream of sunshine. She was eating a sandwich that had bread and meat and cheese and possibly some vegetables.
Hack had to meet her. He was so anxious file his 1040EZ as "married, filing jointly". He continued to dream of owning a house with a mortgage that carried interest that could be written off, as well. What a glorious life they would live together, fulfilling the American dream.
But then she was gone. Lost in his dream, Hack failed to notice the mystery beauty finish her sandwich, dump her trash, refill her beverage, and vacate the premises.
Fortunately, they happened to meet at a speed-dating party 2 years later and they hit it off.
Then they got married.
What started out as a selfish, but legal means of forking out less dough to Uncle Sam bloomed into a beautiful picture of love painted by fairies and dolphins.