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P.C.T….An Archeological Find

Story ID:9394
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Dillon Montana USA
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P.C.T….An Archeological Find
By Chuck Dishno

When I was about 22 years old I lived in Fresno, California while attending Fresno City College. I had part time job working for Ed Pearle’s Chevron gas station.

In those days all gas stations were full service and we really took care of our customers. Ed had worked out a deal with several steady customers that would charge their services on a monthly basis as credit cards were not available or if they were they weren’t used that much.

One good customer, Pete Colangelo, had a lath & plastering business with his 4 sons named Colangelo & Sons Plastering. Pete was a very large Italian man with sons about the same size and they would bring their trucks into the station early each morning where we would fill them up and do what ever maintenance was needed to keep them in good running order. They were steady customers and we enjoyed seeing them each morning.

There was always a pot of coffee on the stove and the boys would drink coffee and soda pop while we did our work. Pete, however, had the habit of using the men’s restroom on a daily basis. As soon as he parked his truck he would head for the restroom and wouldn’t come out until it was about time to go to work. After they had left, Ed would go to the restroom and give it a cleaning. Pete invariably plugged up the toilet with his humongous droppings.

One day, Ed let out a yell, and came out muttering that Pete had outdone himself that time. He called for me to get a shovel and meet him behind the station. When I got there Ed was just coming out of the restroom with this huge “thing” cradled between two coat hangers. He said, “My God, it must have been like having a baby”. We dug a hole in the dirt behind the station and buried it about 3 feet deep.

I like to envision that 50,000 years from now, some archeologists are doing a dig in that place and wonder what this mysterious, petrified, thing is they have found.

In doing carbon dating they find that it dates back to 1955 and after further testing find it is made up of pasta and Dago red wine.
I’m sure if they had known the origin of this “petrified masterpiece” they would have given it a scientific name such as P.C.T or Pete Colangelo’s Turd.