I have this list I carry around in my head, called "People Who Need to Be Slapped Around." It's a collection of individuals to whom fate is currently doing a sloppy job of delivering comeuppance. Members come and go as needed, with only "The Entire Nation of France" claiming a permanent spot.

Last night, I was driving to do some errands and got cut off by a gold -- not yellow, gold -- Corvette with a license plate that read "PRVLDGE."

And France gets some company.