What if your wedding ceremony had to be held at the site where you and your spouse-to-be met?


We would probably see the addition of wedding chapels in nightclubs, schools, skating rinks and bowling alleys. Or maybe in retail stores.


According to an Associated Press story, a wedding took place on April 1 at a supermarket in Lower Burrell, Pa. The vows were spoken on Aisle 13, to be exact.


It was said that the “couple who met at a supermarket have tied the knot there with canned carrots and peas among their wedding guests.


“The Valley News Dispatch reported 69-year-old Larry Spiering and 61-year-old Becky Smith married Sunday at the Community Supermarket in Lower Burrell, where they met 10 years ago.”


Smith said she was working at the supermarket when Spiering walked up and gave her a piece of paper with his name and phone number on it. She said it was only fitting that they married in the aisle where they met. …


“The judge who performed the ceremony said it was his first wedding at a grocery store.”


My first question is, why did it take 10 years to tie the knot? At that stage of life, every minute counts. Know what I mean?


But OK, Larry may have been timid and the note with his phone number may not have been passed until the week before the wedding. Who knows?


I’m assuming they dated before setting the date. They could just as easily have held the wedding at the cut-rate movie theater where they watched “Sleepless in Seattle.” Or the drive-in restaurant where they shared milkshakes.


You can see I’m assuming Larry is cheap. Much like another Larry I know.


Larry and Becky certainly saved lots of money by getting married in a grocery store. For instance, there’s the borrowed flowers from the garden section and the wedding cake from the deli.


And, of course, Larry would have carefully selected a grocery cart that didn’t have clunky wheels. Guests then could load the cart with their wedding gifts and unused grocery coupons.


Becky, I’m sure, looked stunning in her grocery apron, lovingly holding her bouquet of celery stalks. Larry was a dashing figure in freshly-washed jeans and a brand-new T-shirt with the printed bowtie at the neck.


Becky’s bridesmaids were carefully chosen from the cashiers and stock girls. Larry’s ushers were guys from down at the senior center who had nothing better to do than eye the cashiers and stock girls.


So, what if your wedding had to be at the place you met your spouse? Would you have said your vows in a park, near a horse barn, on a school bus?


I would place odds that many of you Boomers would have been required to get married while cruising downtown, or while parked at one of the old drive-in hangouts.


What happens if the skating rink is now a thrift store? Or the miniature golf course has been covered over by a parking lot?


I know the drive-in where I held my first job is now used for video gaming. The former outdoor theater across the street now accommodates a purveyor of fruits, vegetables and assorted knick-knacks (some would say junk).


I can appreciate Larry and Becky for wanting to memorialize their wedding day at the precise location of their initial wide-eyed encounter. From this day forward, grocery shopping will hold a special place in their hearts.


But for someone like me who’s not too romantically inclined — just ask Ginny about that — cans of diced rutabagas and stewed tomatoes just don’t trip my trigger.


I’d much prefer to pledge my undying devotion next to the ice cream freezers or the deli desserts.


But, alas, Ginny and I met on the cleaning aisle. Mr. Clean, meet Molly Maid.


Larry Penkava is a staff writer for The Courier-Tribune. Contact: 336-626-6116, lpenkava@courier-tribune.com.