Overheard in a bar, two St Bernards chatting..

"..well I was a lifer, you know, work and avalanches was all I really knew. Ten years I did it hard on the snow faces until I realised the brandy was better for me than the victims, that's when the motivation started to slip, I figured I was just playing out a role.."
"You lost the will to rescue?"
"Put it this way, some goon goes skiing out of bounds and gets himself in a pickle, I'm supposed to get out in the cold and bring him a drink, well pardon me for having a couple myself before heading out.."
"Pretty soon I'd just sit in the office by the fire, soothing the joints with a few tipples, let the world run by.."
"That's when they let you go?"
"I like to call it a mutual separation, the shop was running low on supplies and I wasn't fooling anybody."
"So you started this bar?
"Seemed the smart way out, now I can get a little hairy round the clock, sure beats the snow racket.."
"I'm with you brother.."
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