If you ask me, there should be a recommendation about how long you can stay in a hot tub; oh wait, there is.
I went down to the pool area at about 8PM, took a book to read and expected a certain wait for hot tub use. When I got there, these four people were in the hot tub. I’d noticed them at the pool earlier in the day as I was there in the afternoon as well. I thought–fair enough, enjoy the hot tub; I’ll sit on a chaise and read until you get out. I took a spot, shirt off, just to their right. Unfortunately, sitting so close, I was forced to endure their semi-drunken immature conversation and behaviour. They went on an on about how they weren’t pretentious, yet shopped at Louis Vuitton (Aside: Thank you for the correct spelling…). They accepted the guard’s request not to drink in the hot tub, yet did so when he wasn’t looking (or in a juvenile fashion, draped themselves on its side making a point of it to the guard). I sat there until it got too dark to read. At 9PM, frustrated, I put my shirt back on and left.
It seems ignorance and alcohol can do much for inconsideration.