Isinglass - yes, that's about the limit of their interests, I'm afraid. My first visit to the USA was with an American female work colleague, back in 1975. I couldn't believe that we spent 20 minutes circling the shopping mall car park, with her looking for somewhere to park nearest to the mall doors. I pointed out several parking slots, but no, they meant we'd have to walk about a minute from the car to the mall. So round and round we went! She also used the car to go up to the 'gas' station, not to get petrol, but to get some cigarettes. If she'd walked (and she was very overweight, yet young) it would've been maybe five minutes, tops.
One evening, after dinner at her parents, where we were staying, I said I was going out for a walk. They lived in a typically pleasant suburb, it was still light, and although they were amazed at my crazy idea, off I went. The problem was, there were only grass verges which were actually people's lawns, or the road. I walked on the road to avoid some small rainwater ditches, and people stopped their cars to ask if I wanted a ride. When I said no, thanks, I'm just out for a walk, they looked at me as if I was perhaps deranged and dangerous, and shot off.
I remember on a later trip, trying to walk back to Houston from a gym, about 3 or 5 miles out of town. There were no buses and I'd done around 2 miles when a car stopped and the guy insisted he give me a ride into town as it was 'very dangerous out here'. I asked him how did I know he wasn't a serial killer, picking up women and murdering them? He looked genuinely amazed - I took the ride with one hand on the door handle, but it turned out he was okay, and dropped me at the hotel. I gave up trying to walk around at night - everywhere I went, I kept getting told how dangerous it was. To cap it all, I was thundering down into an underpass one evening, not particularly pleased to do so, but it was the only way to the other side of the road, when two young black youths came sauntering in. I strode manfully up to pass them, and they actually backed away, looking quite alarmed. One called out, "Whatcha doin' out, lady?" And I called back airily, "Just enjoying a walk, young man!" They probably thought I'd be featured on the evening news later, as an escaped madwoman.