On my way across the parking lot to the closest smoking area on my non-smoking hospital campus, a long-term patient waved to get my attention. Elaine has schizophrenia, and even though she is a little bit of a thing, is seldom out of the hospital long because she smacks people rather unpredictably. She is regarded affectionately by the staff, however, because of the equally unpredictable - and often painfully accurate - things that she says.
"Are you going to the nicoraria?" she hollered.
Nicoraria. I like it.