Most people don’t glance twice at the fiberglass dinosaurs standing watch over Sinclair gas station parking lots throughout the country. When Aaron Grill sees one, he hops out of his car, tears his shirt off, then flexes his muscles in the green beast’s face. The first time one witnesses this drama, your inclination is to take it as a strange Alpha-male dominance farce. The second time, you realize Aaron’s looking out for all of us—he charges the brontosauruses just in case they’re living flesh, posing, mannequin-like, waiting for the call from Sinclair HQ to attack. Thank you, Aaron.