I May Convert to Luddism

I stopped to buy gas on the way home from work last night, and I saw this parasitic abomination attached to the pump at the BP station down the street from where I work.

It looks harmless, even festive, but danger lurks behind its deceptive facade. After I selected my grade of gas and started pumping, the device began to play loud music at me and tell me of the benefits of signing up for BP's latest credit card, or rewards card, or whatever.

Fortunately for my sanity, and BP's continued expectation of my custom, there is a MUTE button that shuts the cursed thing off.