The road to nowhere

The directions the Amish mother gave us seemed straight forward, if you knew where you were going and the area. Unfortunately, there were no road signs, no indications as to where we were no nothing really. But we were lost - well and truly lost.
So we did what anyone else who was lost would do and just keep driving. Turning left after two crossroads then right to a smaller road that looked more like a drive way than a road. Eventually after what seemed to be a lifetime although it was probably only an hour or so we saw our first MacDonalds - the well known American signpost to anywhere in the world. So we turned right. A few miles down the road we came across a signpost that said Lancaster 5 miles. Lancaster was the place we wanted to visit.
As we approached Lancaster my sister flicked a couple of switches that pulled the roof of the convertible over her heads. She locked the roof in then proceeded to lock the doors with the electronic locking system. "Why did you do that?" I asked in a surprised voice.
"Two people were shot and killed here last week." she replied.
"Do you know where we are going now?"
"Not exactly she replied"
"What does that mean?" I asked.
It was at this point that I began to look for somewhere to stop and ask for directions. The people we saw walking down the road looked harmless until my sister informed me that there were more gangs here than in many of the big cities.
What a fun day this was turning out to be. We were already over an hour and a half late for our restaurant booking.
Just past a set of traffic lights I saw what looked like an official building. I decided to pull in and ask for directions.