Once upon a time, I spent a lot of time at this one comic shop. It’s not around anymore, but while it was open, I gave it lots of blood, sweat, and tears.
During the summer of 2014, the owners of the store hit a snag: Their First Data credit card swipey thing wasn’t working. At the time, I was selling some photos and stuff freelance, and I had a working Square account. So I gave it to them. Every day during this period I’d get a deposit, and after a couple days, I’d cut them a check for the amount.
One day, I check my bank account balance and it’s big. It was a breath of fresh air, if only for a moment. I was unemployed and broke and miserable, and the fantasy of having $200 in my checking account was lovely.
With check in hand, I go to the store.
Owner: Matt! You’ll never guess what happened.
Me: What?
Owner: M. Night Shyamalan came in yesterday and bought a shit ton of books!
Me: Seriously?
Owner: Hell yeah. He’s been here before, and said we were his favorite shop in the city!
And that’s the story of how I once had $200 of M. Night Shyamalan’s money for about a day. That puts my Bacon number at 3, by my reckoning.