Does anyone really care anymore?

I was taking my son back to his father's one Sunday. It was about 6, maybe even 7 o'clock, in the evening, so it was dark when we got into the car. When I turn my car on the headlights come on...but they don't stay on. I pulled out of the driveway and proceeded on our way. My son and I talked incessantly the whole way...well, not quite the whole way. Well, let's just say our talk was interrupted with me shouting, "Oh my gosh, my lights aren't on!!!!" I am not sure if anyone reading this will know the area accept my daughter Kristine, but I noticed this as I was pulling onto Virginia Beach Boulevard. Now mind you, I had probably already driven 10 miles in this state of darkness completely unaware. I had passed numerous cars along the way. I also was facing numerous cars along the way. I probably had stopped at 5 major intersections along the way. Yet, NO ONE was kind enough to tell me my lights were not on!!!! Well, there was this one person, but he doesn't really count because it was after I, myself, discovered it. But, the wonderful blue and red flashing lights in my rear view mirror was a clue as to who this was going to be. I pulled off onto a side street, pulled out my license, and was trying to find my registration....it's amazing how nervous one can get in these situations. And all the while, my son is saying, "This is cool, Mom!" Cool? Really?! I would have traded places with him if I could. Well, as I put my window down the usual question in-sueded, "Do you know why I pulled you over?" Sometimes I would love to just be as sarcastic as my lil voice is inside my head. I proceeded to tell him that I did and why. He then, of course, asks if I had been drinking...absolutely not, but I did tell him why he would think that. He looked at me funny. I proceeded to tell him I had briefly dated a state trooper and was given caution about doing so...if I did go out and drink. (Make sure your lights are on....in a well lit parking lot, you may forget to do so.) He laughed, handed me back my license, and said to have a nice evening. Again, the peanut gallery is chirping, "That was cool, Mom!" Ugh. But, this brings me back to my question in the subject. Does anyone really care anymore about our neighbors?