What’s with the lemon slice?
My best friend growing up was from a huge family, the youngest of eleven. Every one of those revered older siblings–as well as my best friend– had a nickname, but I had none.
I felt left out.
When I started studying French in high school, my classmates helped me out with my very first nickname: “CITRON.”
I took it as a sign of affection (not bitterness.)