Apparently Friday was the last day of school for graduating seniors in the Anchorage School District. I made the mistake of parking at my boyfriend's house right after school got out. End result? My back windshield got smashed in. (I don't actually know it was a high school student, but there is a high school just down the road, and I get out of work earlier than most adults, so the balance of probability is that it was a teenager. Just sayin').
So now I have to pay for a new back windshield, reschedule my infusion, miss a meeting at work and generally feel grouchy. To whomever it was that smashed my window: I just want to remind you that karma's a bitch.