‘But that was long time ago. And don’t forget I also worked for Time and Life and a whole bunch of other magazines in Prague!’
‘Yes, but you were with Playboy for the longest time!’
‘Playboy?’ The tall and lanky man rolls his eyes with a knowing smile. ‘It must have been fun working for them?’
‘Yeah, it was wonderful!’ I concur.
‘Are you still with them?’
‘No, I left them some time ago and now I am retired!’
‘How can you ever leave Playboy?’
‘Just the way you do any other job!’
‘If I ever worked for them, I would never leave.’ He is alluding to the fun part of what he imagines I did. Like, young, beautiful and naked women prancing around.
‘But I did!’ My answer has him jerk his head and render him speechless.
The next person Zahir introduces me is a distinguish looking black gentleman – Joe. His reaction to my association with Playboy is muted but not without wonderment.
Towards the end of the evening when I am contemplating calling it a day, I sit down next to Joe at the table placed by the end of the awning – a stray raindrop thumping on us. ‘Thought I rest my butt and talk to you for a while before taking off.’ Sitting on the other side of him is his wife, Yvonne.’
Joe looks about my age, perhaps a couple of years younger. He too has similar back problems. Like two old geezers, we compare notes and get our mutual health problems out of the way.
‘So what was it like working for Playboy?’
‘No different than any other job. I loved it.’
‘How do you feel about the contents of the magazine?’
‘You mean the nudes?’
‘Well, to start with, I have also worked for Time, Life and Sports Illustrated and Fortune, as well have done a bunch of women’s titles and have been editor-in-chief of Serial, a show business magazine in Prague. In my opinion, Playboy is one of the best magazines there is in the world!’