The mom pushing the baby carriage, and the grandmother with her I presume, were happily surprised that I clearly stepped in the puddle of water so they could pass me.
#virtuesignalling my goodness.
Although, it's less a feat when you factor in that:
1. My boots are waterproof and winter ready.
2. I avoid picturing my own mother slapping me across the head and telling me she raised me better than that.
Doing myself the favour, really.

