irony is strong on a trans-atlantic flight...

so i'm high-tailing it back across the pond for the aforementioned stag do this past weekend and i can't help but second look a guy in business class as i walk through to the cheapseats. it was one of those moments when you are convinced you know who it is but for the goddam life of you the name won't come to mind.

i take my seat but can't shake off the bug of trying to work out who this dude was...i'm kinda bad like that. so i start flicking through the mental catalogue, movies, tv shows, real life...and finally it comes to me. the dude is an actor in a show i've never even seen; scrubs. john c mcginley is sitting in business class heading to northern ireland for some reason or other. no big deal right?

well, the irony comes into play after the flight. i always feel like a ball of grime after flying for 5 or 6 hours...touching public stuff yada yada. so i head to wash up in the airport bathroom before our bags come out and who is in there already straining the spuds, only mr mcginley. again, nothing interesting. but i found it ironic that a dude who acts in a famous show called scrubs just zips up the weapon and heads out the door without a quick hand wring under the hot water. scrubs? doesn't scrub?