I remember the green stickers plastered on cars as we drove thousands of miles to feast sites in Georgia, Pocono's or Lake of the Ozarks. It was fun looking for them and it also created an instant "family." Now you can get your own sticker to put on your car as you travel. Or maybe put one on your car for the hell of it.
Of course green stickers were for the lower masses. Orange stickers were for the elite and ordained. Traffic moved aside as these important vehicles drove by. Green stickers got you a parking space a half mile or more away, while the orange ones got you a spot close to the tent or tabernacle where a cadre of deacons would be ready to open your car doors, carry your briefcase and baby gear for you, and cater to your every whim.
Green stickers got you a hot chocolate stand in the middle of nowhere and some other goodies. As you stood in long lines getting drenched in the rain it was a welcome sight after walking a half mile or more. Orange stickers got you into the ministerial dining area where young nubile waitresses were ready to serve you hot food and alcohol.