A night like any other...

Often when I'm traveling I prefer to stay at hotels that have restaurants so when I get "home" for the day I can run, shower, and then head down to grab a bite to eat at the bar. Tonight I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. While I'm glancing over the menu I can feel a set of eyes starring at me from about four stools down. I look up to acknowledge an older, mousey, white haired gentleman, probably in his mid 60's, short, 5'7" at best (yes he was sitting, but the fact that his feet couldn't reach the ground was a dead give-away) and slightly stocky. Here's how this exchange went down:

Old Guy: Are you a podiatrist?
Me: Excuse me? (at this point I'm very aware of my feet and the fact
that I'm wearing red patent flats)
OG: Are you a podiatrist?
Me: No, why? Is there a podiatrist convention going on?
OG: Yes, and you look like one.
Me: ::awkward giggle:: Thanks.... I guess.
OG: Sure!

Was I just hit on? Was this a pick up line?

Sigh... Oh how I hate eating alone, Ben doesn't realize what a catch he has with guys like this knocking at my door.