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发帖数: 99 | 1 刚看到新闻上的，觉得挺有意思。不知道贴过没有。
原始LINK在这里：
http://www.quora.com/Steve-Jobs/What-are-the-best-stories-about
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Steve Jobs: What are the best stories about people randomly meeting Steve
Jobs?
If so, tell us about the situation and describe the experience?
I'm particularly curious to know what he was like outside of Apple Inc. He
had a reputation for being "difficult" to work with, or work for. I want to
know about what he was like as "the guy buying coffee...", or "the customer
who stepped into an Apple Store..."
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Tim Smith, Principal, Applied Design Group
3399 votes by Greg Price, Jack Webb-Heller, Irv Kanode, (more)
I dated for years a young woman whose father was Steve Jobs' neighbor in
Palo Alto. I thus found myself in the neighborhood often, at dinners, or
parties, etc. We would see the Jobs come and go – they have a “normal”
house, no gates, no guards, no high fences, not even a big lot. Often,
leaving a party at my girlfriend’s house late at night I would drive past
their house and you would actually see Steve sometimes, working on a Mac.
One afternoon I attended a party, driving an old Sunbeam Alpine sports car I
had the misfortune to own at the time http://www.passthespanner.com/?c.... After the party, I started the Alpine, pulled away from the curb, and – as classic British sports cars will oft do – the electrical system blinked out and I coasted gracefully to a stop, directly in front of the Jobs’ driveway.
Their cars weren’t there, which was a relief to me, because I was sure they
would consider me some weird stalker. So I got out, popped the hood and
tried to quick-fix the electrical to at least move further away – and call
AAA.
Within about 15 minutes, of course, I heard two cars pull in behind me, and
into the Jobs’ driveway – the Jobs were home. I huddled under the hood of
the Alpine and hoped they wouldn’t notice – although I was the only other
car on the street. They went inside, with kids, thankfully, without saying
anything. So I closed the hood and prepared to walk back next door to my
girlfriend’s parents house to call AAA.
As I was putting my jacket on, I heard a call from across the street behind
me – the Jobs’ driveway – “British or Italian?”. It was Jobs’ lovely
wife Laurene. “British,” I said, “and acting like it.” “You want a beer
?,” she said. I tried to decline (shocked I guess at first), but she
insisted, said “you’re not going anywhere”, and walked back in the house
– only to return with two bottles of beer.
I was determined not to let on that I knew exactly who I was talking to – I
was so afraid of being cast a stalker – but the scene was already getting
weird for me, standing by my broken car having a beer with Steve Job’s wife
. So it got weirder.
“You know, we have a friend who knows all about these Sunbeams. We should
call him.”
I begged her not to, that I’d call AAA and be on my way. She left her beer
and went back in the house for a minute, only to return saying, “they’re
on their way out, but said they would drop by to take a look.”
By this point I am fully resigned to whatever story is going to play out. It
was starting to dawn on me that these were not just Silicon Valley elite –
they were real people, just helping a poor guy out. It was just unexpected,
given what you might think about people like this: it would have been so
easy for them to just ignore me. Or call the police.
Within about 15 minutes a very long, very black car I won’t identify pulled
up and – Felini could not have directed this – a handsome gentleman in (I
think) a tuxedo, and a beautifully formally dressed wife emerged, to
examine my car. This was Laurene’s friend, the Sunbeam mechanic.
I protested, all was ignored. The tuxedoed man (who to this day I have no
idea who he was – I’ll call him James Bond) took off his jacket, opened
the hood of my car, and commenced to fishing around inside, while we all
visited amicably.
So Steve comes out.
At which point – being an admirer of Jobs for many years – I guess I knew
was inevitable, and I both dreaded and anticipated it. He ambled over. I
think he had a beer too. And asked what was going on. He was joined by one
of the kids.
The Jobs’ made small talk and joked with their friends – dressed to the
nines, repairing my car – while I politely thanked them over and over and
tried not to throw up at the insanity of the scene. And then of course it
got even weirder, or funnier, depending on whether you were me or not.
James Bond told someone to try to crank the car. I was talking with Laurene,
so Jobs actually sits down in the Alpine and tries to crank it – with his
kid sitting behind him. To no avail.
So I have to stop here – it’s a Kodak moment – something you want to
remember. It’s a beautiful Fall evening in Palo Alto. Your car’s broken. A
formally dressed close friend of Steve Jobs is under the hood working on
your engine. You are talking with Steve’s absolutely lovely and down to
earth wife. Steve is in the car, with his kid, trying to crank it.
That’s the moment. You don’t often get close to people like the Jobs, much
less in a ridiculous situation like this, where you realize that they are
just really good people. They’re normal, funny, charitable, real people.
Not the people the press talks about. Steve is not the maniacal business and
design despot the media loves to portray – well he is, but not always.
These were real, nice, people.
But still Steve Jobs. The car didn’t start. James Bond got his tuxedo back
together, apologized to me (!) for not being able to fix it. Said it was the
electrical (of course). They said their goodbyes and departed in their
giant silent black car. Steve said something like “piece of shit” as he
got out, and walked back into the house. Classic Steve – he was right.
Laurene said “come inside and use the phone”. Still rolling with it at
this point, I followed her into the house, stepping over the dirty laundry
you find in everyone’s real house http://9to5mac.com/2011/03/07/ho..., and into the kitchen where she pointed me to a phone with god knows how many lines on it. I called AAA, thanked Laurene profusely (for the 50th time) and left quietly. I never acknowledged I had any idea who they were.
A week later, I dropped a six pack of beer off at the Jobs’ door, with a
note saying thanks. Like anyone would have done I guess.
I’m an Apple follower. I own a fair amount of Apple stock. You can’t avoid
the public persona and reputation of Steve Jobs – the media stories. But,
as with the other vignettes some have posted, we don’t hear about or
appreciate the personal side of Jobs and his family. They deserve their
privacy, and it must be hard to maintain I’m sure, but the flip side of
that is that most never see how frankly normal they are. I purchased the bio
that came out last Fall but have not started it. I hope that, on balance,
it is as much about what a decent, probably brilliant, real, caring
individual Steve Jobs is: a husband, father, neighbor – and CEO. Tortured
probably, in his brilliance. I saw him in his most personal element –
family and friends – around a broken down car in Palo Alto one night, just
by chance. I was lucky – and I was delighted.
It’s one of my fondest memories. | a****l
发帖数: 8211 | 2 非常典型的steve的作风.其实以他的财力,马上拍出个一万块,随便叫个托车公司马上拖
走一周内修好送回来,然后租辆车给车主开着一周,不久全解决了?车坏的人有车开,小企
业主能做到一个非常赚钱的买卖,他也马上接触了堵门口的车,每个人都开心,事情解决
的又快又好,当然也就没什么故事了.
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customer
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: 刚看到新闻上的，觉得挺有意思。不知道贴过没有。
: 原始LINK在这里：
: http://www.quora.com/Steve-Jobs/What-are-the-best-stories-about
: ===================================================================
: Steve Jobs: What are the best stories about people randomly meeting Steve
: Jobs?
: If so, tell us about the situation and describe the experience?
: I'm particularly curious to know what he was like outside of Apple Inc. He
: had a reputation for being "difficult" to work with, or work for. I want to
: know about what he was like as "the guy buying coffee...", or "the customer
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