I walked into Ventana del Soul where David was playing a computer game.

"Umm. We're closed. I'm only here because there's a meeting upstairs."

"Oh. Well, would you like to give me a word?"

"Sure." He said, leaning over the counter.

"Nerf. It's the first word that came to mind."

I smiled, knowing that he and I are of the same generation. Nerf rhymes with Smurf. And is squeezable. Immediate images of Nerf footballs come to mind. Flashing orange and green. Where there ever Nerf Smurfs?

I promptly left the cafe, word on arm, and waited for my friend to arrive. Alas, we were headed elsewhere.