If you don’t mind, I might take a pass on the hot tub.
To clarify, I mean the hot tub displays you see at hot tub expos or maybe the Mountain State Fair. I’m still going to occasionally plop my generous bod into the YMCA’s hot tub, because I trust they maintain it every day — and I can literally smell the chlorine in it.
Sure, I might die from chlorine exposure, but at least I’ll avoid Legionnaires’ disease.