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Fuel for Thought

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Dec. 26th, 2002 | 12:35 am
mood: contemplativecontemplative
music: Parliament, _Tear the Roof off 1974 - 1980, Disk 1_

Every Texaco station used to have signs that said proudly, "Fuelman honored here," with the image of Fuelman himself, a cheerful tin man with a squarish gas-pump body, holding a gas pump nozzle.

I always thought of these as indicators of the gas station's holy areas, a place for the gas-seekers to reflect on his beneficence, sort of like a Shinto shrine for each franchise location.

Some time in the past couple of years, all these signs have changed. "Fuelman accepted here."

What happened? Did Fuelman so neglect his patrons that he has fallen into disrepute? If we accept Fuelman, should we not honor him? Is this the advent of secular consumerism? Though our engines still combust by his providence, is there no fire in our hearts?

With these thoughts weighing upon me, I was bold enough to ask of the Attendant, "What is Fuelman?"

Without hesitation, the young acolyte answered:
"A pain in the ass."

Om.

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from: ex_ampere443
date: Jan. 11th, 2003 02:42 am (UTC)
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your query into fuelman and his preternatural tendencies is really enjoyable. Go Fuelman!

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