I Feel Like a Mitzvah-Girl

I get this strange desire everytime I wear sneakers to run everywhere I go. So there I was this morning, running through Grand Central to the 6 train when suddenly I was on the platform waiting for the train and there was a guy with a humonganoid knapsack on his back and a large knapsack on his stomach.
"Excuse me, is this the green train? 6?"
"Yes." I told him.
"Uptown?"
"Yups."
"Are you Jewish?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm Israeli."
"OH! HI!"
I, um, love Israelis.
"Do you speak Hebrew?"
Smile, "kisat."
Anyway, I'm glad I helped him because his instructions were wrong. And I hope my new ones were actually a help...