Sheetz

Good Sheetz, though the location is a decent jaunt from the exit ramp from the interstate, but Sheetz is always worth driving to.

A very typical night in Youngstown, in screenplay format…
INT. — JENN’S BEDROOM — NIGHT
Jenn’s cell phone rings. She looks at the caller ID, and it’s her best friend, Amy. She answers.
Jenn: Dude! What’s up?
Amy: Duuuuuude… nothin’. You wanna smoke a bowl and get some Sheetz Schmagel Sandwhiches?
Jenn: Hell yeah! Ooh! We can get some Sour Patch Kids, too.
Amy: And cappuccinos.
Jenn: Mmm… cappuccinos.
Amy: Mmm.
Jenn: I’ll be there in 5.
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INT. — JENN’S CAR — NIGHT
Jenn, behind the wheel, hits the bowl while Amy steers from the passenger’s seat. She then passes it to Amy. In the distance, we see glowing red, blue and yellow neon lights illuminating the horizon. HUGE smiles spread across both girls faces. Jenn pulls into a spot, and parks the car.
The girls enter, immediately overwhelmed by the multitude of snack foods. An obnoxiously large soda/​slurpee area glows like a carnival ride in the back of the store.
They walk up to the ordering area. They place their orders on a touch-​screen computer, adding or subtracting any toppings they wish. It’s like being in the future!
They then grab candy and cappuccinos, pay for their purchases, and leave.
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EXT. — SIDEWALK OUTSIDE — MOMENTS LATER
Amy and Jenn sit on the curb, digging into their food.
JENN: Mmmmmm.
AMY: Mmmmm.
A fat, old truck driver walks by and farts.
FIN.
Take that, 7 – 11!