...And it's at that point I realized. (Well actually it was five minutes later as we were driving away from the mechanics so we had to go back to check and confirm.) I didn't have my shoebag with me. The one with my cell phone in it, my driver's license (remember, I was driving), and my dance shoes in it. On the night for dancing. It ended up being at home, but I only learned of this now, because we didn't have the time to go back; we had to go straight there.
So I did have the misfortune of a minor inconvenience. (Ow my feet; not using dance shoes for two hours of dancing...really accumulates with time.) And at any point, a major one could have happened. (Remember, the omen doesn't always mean something bad will happen, so much as it does mean something bad could happen if I'm not careful to make sure it doesn't.)
But I didn't get pulled over without my driver's license handy, so. It turned out good. That is, assuming the yellowish-red light my dad forced me to run doesn't get counted as a ticket. (I don't think that camera has one, no cop stopped me, and it really was my dad's fault for forcing me to do that given he ran a yellow light with me behind him and me not knowing how to get to the destination with him turning onto the freeway so it's not like he could pull over and wait for me meaning he could have left me utterly lost with no way to find him. NOT amused by that.)