Today was so weird that I not only checked the date (nope, not Friday the 13th) but the phase of the moon (nope, not a full moon).
There was a stack of neatly folded shirts that looked like they were resting on a softball. Unpeeling the layers I found that someone had separated out all the Large shirts, separated out all the XL shirts, taken an XXL shirt, neatly put the XL shirts back at a 45 degree angle, balled up the XXL shirt, and then neatly put the Large shirts on top of the balled up XXL shirt.
Three different times someone had very neatly put a shirt taken from another table on top of a different stack of shirts. Not sloppy, very neatly. A fourth stack of shirts had a folded pair of jeans neatly placed on the bottom of the stack and the stack put back properly.
Three different 4-way racks had a single arm where all the pants on the back half were in a pile on the floor. I can't think of any way of pulling something off one of those racks that would cause several pairs of pants from center all the way back to fall but leave the front half undisturbed. However if it were an obnoxious immature guest, there'd be more on the floor than the back half of a single arm.
One of the mannequins had the right arm removed and laying across the mannequin stand. The other arm was still on, the clothing undisturbed.
Someone had taken 10+ AND slacks that belonged all over (different sizes and styles) and had put them on a bar where they didn't belong, which pushed the clothes that were supposed to be there off. There was a second group of 10+ AND slacks resting on a table nearby. It was as if a TM had been putting away reshop, got distracted by something like a guest or a mess to clean up and put them down, and then forgot about them. Once, easy to do, but twice?
I came back to the fitting room and a guy was modeling a Who What Wear dress for two women with him. Judging from the conversation ("Now I have something to wear this weekend!") it was not a case of a cross dresser or a newly coming out transwoman, it was a joke. And no, he didn't buy it.
Someone had draped three pieces of clothing across the fitting room desk. The hangers were not with the clothes. The hangers were not left in any of the rooms or on the bar. Whoever left the three items apparently really wanted the hangers. All three were Large size, two dresses and a jacket that would complement them, so not likely random reshop.
The sins of my past caught up with me. I was helping a guest, random chatting, and it turned out that she had bought a timeshare from the same exact resort that I worked at. There's a decent possibility that I typed her legal contract and maybe even notarized her signature. I tried to pay penance for those sins by telling her the trade secrets for turning it from a millstone around your neck to consistently good yearly vacations. Not confidential stuff, but stuff that you don't have a chance of figuring out if someone doesn't tell you. Maybe my time in Purgatory over what all I did there will be shortened by a few days.