"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."
A great story that illustrates how normal the Jobs's life was.