Kegerator

I am sitting at my desk, actually working and not secretly watching my latest binge obsession on Netflix, when my boss bounces into my office.  When I say bounces, I mean the bounce of a toddler who just woke up from a nap and is ready for an adventure - but on a grown man.  He sits down in my guest chair that nobody ever sits in and my body braces for the adventure that is about to spill onto my desk.
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"I think we should get a kegerator for the office," he announces.
"I'm sorry, a what?" I ask, my facial expressions trying desperately to match his.
"A keg-er-a-tor," he repeats, breaking down the syllables for me.  I still don't know what he was saying but it sounded like something I could google.  

Now let me pause here.  The last time I even heard the word keg was just after college when I preformed my last handstand-tapper-hit from a keg housed in a red plastic garbage can, floating in a sea of melted ice and soggy cigarette butts.  I am guessing the adult version of this scene involves the fancy named kegerator.

"I want a double tap kegerator in the office next week," he says with a big toddler smile.  "How cool will this be?  Employees can have a beer while they work.  I love it!"

"So the keg will be open during the business day - for people to drink - all day?" I ask, my eyes wide, my buzz-kill human resources training swirling in my brain.

"Of course! Yes! It will be fun!"  He bounces up from my guest chair and puts his fist out for me to bump.  I oblige.  So long handshake.  I guess when talking about kegerators, a fist bump is appropriate to seal the deal - or a smack on the ass.

Now let me pause again.  Back in my 20's, Beer + Work + Co-workers = Lori gets fired!

It is a good thing I am no longer in my 20's.  Mama needs to pay the rent!   So as a non-drinking, pseudo responsible, 40-something woman, I get to sit back and watch my younger co-workers navigate this new presence in the office.

As my Pops would say - another day in paradise.