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."