Reminds me of one of the most stone-cold things I've seen someone do at the pool.
I was on vacation with a few friends, and decided I needed to get out of our uncomfortably warm and noisy room, packed with everyone else still passed out and snoring from last night's drunken debauchery.
The pool had opened about an hour earlier, and basically all of the chairs had towels thrown on them, with not an eye in sight. I picked a chair far from the pool with a nearby sun umbrella, folded the towel up neatly, placed it under my chair and laid down with my cap draped across my face. Whatever, I'd politely deal with whoever showed up. I was just happy to find a cool, quiet spot.
After a while, I heard shuffling footsteps, and cracked an eye open to see a middle-aged guy circling the chairs near the pool, picking up the abandoned towels and stacking them by the water's edge. I figured he was just an employee, although he wasn't really dressed the part, unless the hotel's dress code called for a dad gut and sandals. Again, too tired to really care.
That is, until I heard a quiet splash. Not loud enough to be someone jumping into the water. Then again. And again. I eventually relented and sat up to see what was going on.
The guy was kicking the stacks of towels into the pool. Some of them he just tipped over with his foot, some of them he got a good running start and kicked the shit out of, all with this massive shit-eating grin on his face, like he'd wanted to do this for years.
He eventually noticed me sitting there and froze up with this panicked look on his face, like he'd been caught pants-down with the babysitter. I figured he was going to bolt, but he just kept standing there, until I gave him a thumbs up to signify that I didn't really care. He quickly toppled the rest of the piles, enthusiasm replaced with embarrassment, and settled in one of the chairs near the pool. He was joined a few minutes later by a woman I assumed to be his wife, along with two kids. She examined the scene and asked him something I couldn't really make out, but seemed satisfied with the answer as they sat down in the neighbouring chairs.
Other guests started filtering in after a while, but in typical white people fashion, no one said a word. I guess no one figured a nice-looking family would do something like that, and they were too afraid to even ask. They just kind of stood there, longingly looking at their towels floating around in the pool. Eventually, a poor pool boy with a net was summoned to fish them out of the pool, and I watched as disgruntled would-be chair campers sifted through the sopping wet pile looking for their own.