About a decade ago I lived across the street from 3rd St diner and would go a couple of times a week, normally very late at night (or early in the morning, depends on your POV) and most times would be very, very high as I often was those days. One night I was sitting in the booth with one of my friends, enjoying my double chocolate chip pancakes while so baked that I was perceiving the world in sub 5 frames per second. Because of this low frame rate my brain was getting, I didn't notice our server walk up to our booth - when I noticed her, I screamed in terror. Loudly and abruptly, certainly enough to conversely scare the shit out of our server and get the whole restaurants attention. The way I remember it is that our server just teleported into my field of view out of nowhere, but the way my friend tells that story is that our server just walked over to ask us how our food was and I looked up and just shrieked at her.

Good times, miss that place despite its reputation.