Last week along the 15th fairway at Plainfield CC (site of the Barclays) I ended up in an adjoining port-a-john to Mike "Fluff" Cowan. I've met 2 other non-sports figures at adjoining urinals: Gerald McRaney (Rick Simon), during intermission of "The Merchant of Venice" at Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon, and Gavin McLeod (Captain Stubing) during a wedding at the Plaza Hotel in NYC. Not sure which of those last two is more random...although seeing Murray Slaughter do the chicken dance with Georgette Franklin and Rhoda Morgenstern 20 years after Mary Tyler Moore last aired was pretty funny.
On the non-bathroom side, I once almost threw up on Billy Crystal while waiting to cross the street in Evanston, Illinois. It was 7am on a Sunday, he was touring campus while visiting his daughter, and I was just on my way back to my room after a loooong night out on Rush & Division. Ashamed to say I did not recognize him at first in my bleary haze, but after he gave me a friendly hello, I unfortunately responded with a half-swallowed beery belch, an unsteady flash of recognition, and the first comment that came into my head: (if memory serves, it was something like this) "I know you. Hey, wow, you're not that tall, eh?" I do not recall him responding in any way, other than to cross the street immediately.
I am not proud of my college years...