I arrived in London at 7am local time after not having slept the entire night. I was yearning for a venti latte and quick escape from the London Heathrow airport. I’d made friends on the plane with a young couple who were hanging out near the restroom, three sheets to the wind and headed for a safari in Africa. I met up with them again as we headed for the exit and the woman said toÂ me, “Did you see who was behind us in Customs? Dr. Kovac from ER!” We joked, briefly about not even knowing if he was still on the show.
Admittedly, I hung back a bit to catch a glimpse, but also realizing I needed some local currency if I was going to get out of the airport and into London, I started searching for an ATM. By the way, 100 British pounds = $184. Ouch.
So I was standing at the ATM when I saw him: Dr. Kovac. And I had that moment of dang, how sad is it that I don’t even know his real name — I can’t very well say, “Hi Dr. Kovac! I love you on ER.” That would be dorky, even for me. So I smiled at him as he walked past in the way people do when they think they might recognize you but they’re not quite sure where they know you from. He smiled back in the same way, obviously because he was thinking, “Is that Geena Davis?”
Now, if it had only been the former Dr. Ross.