where were you raised, on the 7 train platform?

In trashy news of the week (much like the "Fuck the World" tattoo I spotted and photographed on the 6 train), a couple is getting married at McDonald's. Because, of course, that's where they met.

Allow me to play Miss Manners for a moment.

If you meet someone special while, say, buying hemorrhoid cream at Duane Reade, you must rent a hall for your wedding, just like everyone else, you must never mention hemorrhoid cream for the remainder of your married life, and you must tell people you met while buying Fair Trade certified organic beans at your local independent coffee shop.

You may not, under any circumstances, marry at Duane Reade, or offer hemorrhoid-themed wedding favors to guests.

Thank you.