Showing posts with label Passmore Gas and Propane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Passmore Gas and Propane. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

You're Darn Tootin' Part Deux: A Passmore Gas update


The library cop from Seinfeld, Mr. Bookman

We always enjoy getting comments from you dear readers out there and sometimes we can learn a thing or two. Regarding our post a while back about the Passmore Gas and Propane Company's storage tank in Hope, Arizona, Anonymous tells us:

Passmore Gas & Propane is NO joke. The owner's name is Randall Passmore, they have a location in Blythe, CA and Lake Havasu City, AZ. They deliver propane and GASoline to homes and businesses. I should know, I was customer service rep.


This is just too good to be true and reminds me of the Seinfeld episode with the library "cop" named Mr. Bookman. I would certainly use Passmore Gas as my propane company if I lived in the area, just for the name alone. Writing "Passmore Gas" on a check would make bill-paying a chuckle-inducing pleasure. We used to have a septic tank pumping company here in Rhode Island named Mr. Cesspool that we also employed strictly because of their funny name. Alas, they were bought out by another company and the Mr. Cesspool moniker was flushed away.

Friday, February 5, 2010

You're darn tootin': The Passmore Gas & Propane tank of Hope, Arizona


So close, yet so fart.

A mighty wind blows across the desert near the Passmore pass.

We're suckers for anything the least bit immature and idiotic when it comes to humor, so a detour had to be made on our last trip to see the fabled Passmore Gas & Propane tank between the towns of Hope and Salome on Highway 60 in southwestern Arizona. The landscape is beautifully desolate as we rip up the higway without another car in sight and then, off in the distance, could it be? Yes, I believe it is... a large oil tank with a poop joke painted on its side. An internet search reveals little about this company. There is a Passmore Gas & Oil company in Blythe, California, across the state line on I-10, but we're not sure who's the big cheese. And, who knows, this could just be a wild coincidence. There very well could be a family named Passmore that, in a flatch of inspiration, just happened to go into the gasoline business. It could happen. Who are we to pooh-pooh that theory?