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There's a bar/eatery around the corner from Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit called the 'Emergency Room'. 0800 hrs. it's the watering hole-greezy burger breakfast sort of place before going home. Filled with everybody you just worked alongside with for the past 12 hrs. Last nite was pretty light-only four GSW's.

Funny story: one of my friends from Chicago was doing his emergency-medicine residency at Detroit Receiving (I think) during the 90's. One evening, they brought in Steve Yzerman for x-rays or something. My friend, being the n00b, was tasked to "do" the patient's history. Mr. Yzerman's uniform/equipment had been removed, but it might not have made any difference. The conversation went like this:

Name, please?
Uh, I'm Steve.
Great. And your last name?

[For those of you who don't get it, Steve Yzerman was God in Detroit]

My friend says they both laughed it off. My understanding is that famous people actually enjoy not being recognized.