Santa Monica Fairmont Miramar hotel. My most favorite hotel in LA, I stay there every time I go on a recruiting trip. They’re not ridiculously expensive, and the rooms aren’t that fancy, but my god, they treat you like royalty.

Early afternoon on a workday, I’m arriving to the hotel directly from the airport. There’s some event I have to be at around 6, so I figure I’ll grab a quick lunch at the hotel. I enter; the outdoors dining room is practically empty.

The waiter asks for my name, starts a pleasant chatter. “Oh Mr. Weinstein, we’re so glad to have you dine with us. Are you in LA for business or pleasure?” For business, I reply, and the pleasant chatter continues for a few more brief moments. The guy takes my order and leaves; a few minutes later, he comes back.

“Mr. Weinstein, since you’re here on business, allow me to offer you an Executive Napkin.” He hands me a black napkin. Everywhere else on the tables, and on my lap at the moment, there are white napkins. I smile with a somewhat misunderstanding, but satisfied feeling. I take the napkin.

“Allow me to take your napkin, ” he says. I give him the white napkin, still unsure of what’s going on. He takes that napkin and departs quickly.

I look at the black napkin and place it on my lap. And then I notice that the fly on my pants was open.

Fairmont Miramar, one reason to be ridiculously rich.