Review of Holiday Inn Express Hotel & Suites Annapolis, an IHG Hotel 2*

Spotless and quick no-hassle check in the day after thanksgiving. Will return. Do recommend. No cons to speak of so far. Tis bit pricy, but you get what you pay for. Plus the fish tank is fun to ogle at. Edit: so. I walked into a Holiday Inn lobby to see about getting a hold taken off my card this morning after my stay there few weeks back and it was one of the nicer ones with a free breakfast. So naturally many people were gathered around the coffee bar or seated at tables talking. As I entered, a man wearing a white cowboy hat glared at me from across the room. I, of course, ignored him as he clearly had his chest stuck out in typical macho-man fashion; not the type of chap I deal with prior to my morning cigarette. At any rate, I approached the counter, where I had a perfectly nice conversation with the hotel clerk; who was a younger, attractive lady of about my age. She had perfectly straightened brown hair, glasses and sharp eyes. She imediately noted the black bandana around my neck and Greatful Dead pin on my lapel. Her demeanor shifted when I spoke to her kindly. When she asked if I raved or did music, we started chatting as she ran my information. We were just chatting about our experience on the Maryland scene when I saw the cowboy man in the lobby lean over to his cohort, a motorcycle enthusiast judging by his tank top and chains, with large black cargo pants and say loudly enough for me to hear "wonder how many (expletive) s they have sucked between the two of them? " With a gesture of his head toward us. They both start to snicker. The clerk and I flicked a look up at each other, mid conversation, and I bit my lip akwardly as to supress laughter at these mens blatant ignorance. So I motioned her closer. As she leaned in I whispered in her ear just loudly enough for her to hear, and in a perfect southern accent "thats where supporting donald trump gets you right 'derr. " To which she uncerimonously busted out laughing so hard she had to cover her mouth and run to the back room. At that time, two things happened almost perfectly simoultaniously. First, she tripped over something during her quick stage-left exit and fell into a filing cabnet, which created a metalic clattering of some signifigant volume from behind the desk. Secondly, the timing of her abrupt outburst startled the biker so much he knocked the other mans coffee down the front of his perfectly ironed jeans. As he jumped up with a yelp and tried to asail the coffee cup which had jumped at him, a stunned housekeeper rounded the corner precisely in time to witness the proceeds. As she quickly abandoned her cart and moved to help the startled man in a cowboy costume, the clerk stood up, glasses askew with a dire look of "oh my god im getting fired for this" and expiditiously rushed to the aid of the housekeeper, who did not speak a word of english, desperately trying to offer the man a towel. This only propogated the already self-sustining fire lit within the gentleman as a stream of explitaves left his mouth in such rapid sucession that only the few shocked guests in the lobby who had been lucky enough to be privy to the entire event could appreciate it. "yoy (expletive) marylanders should get rid of all these (expletive, expletive) stealing my tax dollars you (expletive) morons… " in typical country twang. Meanwhile I simply leaned on the desk, smiling, sipping a delicious chai tea.