Tragedy Strikes, or The Saddest Day of My Life

My art club had a fundraiser show this afternoon at the Pinkberry in Brentwood, a quiet and wealthy Los Angeles neighborhood near my school. 20% of all proceeds from yogurt sales during the show would be donated to our club by Pinkberry, which we were pretty stoked about. We took a while to set up everything in the little patio area outside the store, and were contentedly chilling in the sun chatting to one of the Pinkberry workers (a lovely girl, really, and ultimately blameless) when she dropped the following bomb and everything changed in an instant:

Lovely Pinkberry Server Girl: "Did you see Christian Bale?"

Me: "Huh? Where?" (confused)

LPSG: "Here. Like 3 minutes ago."

Me: "What?" (anxious)

LPSG: "Yeah. He just came in to get some yogurt. But he already left."

Me: "W-H-A-T?" (I must have misheard)

LPSG: "Yeah. He was here with his daughter."

Me: "You gotta be kidding me. You're lying to me. DON'T YOU LIE TO ME." (I think at this point I burst a vessel.)

LPSG: "Nope. I swear. I'm telling the truth."
And she was; I could see it in her eyes.
Pause.
"He lives around here."

I know he fucking lives around here. Oh, dear lord.

Me: (deep, ragged breath) "You're saying that for a good 5 minutes I was out here doodling in this Batman coloring book while Christian Bale - Christian Bale - was inside that store, a mere 2 metres away from me, choosing yogurt toppings for himself and his daughter. And I missed it."

LPSG: "I'm sorry."

Me: (speechless and deflated from the weight of this miserable revelation) "OK."
A long pause, in which I tried my damnedest to maintain a modicum of control.
(weakly) "...You should have asked him to sign the coloring book."

LPSG: "At least you can say that Christian Bale donated money to your art club?"

Me: "Just - just leave me alone."

The rest of the day was a blur. We ate yogurt and played with little kids and showed people our art, but inside, I wept. Ladies and gentlemen - I wept. I mean, who knows what crazy, humiliating shit might have gone down had I actually spoken to the man - I was probably not ready for that kind of exposure - but the possibilities. Oh, the possibilities.

The question now, I suppose, is what should we do with this money we raised? This Bale money?