The Wedding in the Hardware Store

My best friend and her husband met in a hardware store in the paint aisle, both reaching for the same can of "Seafoam Green." So, naturally, they got married there.

The owner, who had known them both for years, closed early on a Saturday and let them have it. They set up rows of folding chairs between the lumber and the garden supplies. The aisle was the paint aisle. The arch was made of copper pipes and string lights. The flower girl threw sawdust instead of petals, at her own insistence.

The vows were in front of the paint mixing counter. When the officiant said "You may kiss," the owner hit the paint shaker, which rattled loudly, and everyone burst out laughing.

The reception was in the parking lot with a taco truck. I've been to fancy weddings. None of them were half as fun.