Whose Boots, They're Your Boots, Not My Boots...Whose Boots?

I was walking in the city yesterday and as a girl who frequently walks the streets of Manhattan, I am accustomed to being checked out by guys who pass me. I'm also accustomed to guys making remarks on how I look. I even have the glare down right because it always makes me so upset (and argue all you want that when men say, "have a good morning, beautiful," they are just being nice, but I can guarantee you that they aren't saying that to men). But yesterday, I got a compliment I've never heard before.
While walking down 42nd street on my way to a meeting in the snowy, slushy, and very dirty city, some guy checked me out and said, "nice boots."
Hahaha!