I was giving blood once and the nurse told me I was a good bleeder.
I was able to answer a question for my boss and he said I was better than a Google search.
Last week while I was in NoFrills, a lady complimented my (hand-knitted purple) toque. I did not realize until my friend pointed it out the next day that I had been wearing it inside out…
A defendant had entered his guilty plea, and I asked, as I always do, “Do you have any statement you’d like to make?” He said, with a big grin, “You look fresh and clean, Your Honor!”
That was a first.
And today the deli guy alerted me that I could get a person to help me. I appreciated it, but I’m pretty nimble with a good cart.
They’ve complimented me on my bleeding too. /proud
The server compliments my technique any time I eat a whole fish dish in a restaurant. It creeps me out a little that they are watching my plate that much.
In their defense, I like to eat the fish without dislodging the bones so there’s a fish skeleton left when I’m done, but I’m self-conscious about it now that I know people are looking at me.
Someone once told me I reminded them of a medieval princess.
I’m not sure what she meant by it or if she thought that was good or bad but I think it’s the coolest thing anyone has ever said to me.
My ex husband used to say, “You’re more pretty than beautiful, but more cute than pretty.”
Me: “You’re a good egg.”
Her: 
“And you’re a good… sperm?”
Several times while living in Canada and the UK I’ve been told by various people “you don’t act like an American.” Followed by a look that says “this is the ultimate compliment I will give anyone, ever.”
One friend of mine once looked over my CD collection and said “I haven’t heard of a single band in there, it’s awesome.” He honestly was afraid I’d out-hipstered him, when, really, that was just my Canadian indie pile.
Oh, you reminded me! My best compliment ever. When I got married, I was given a picture book of flower fairies by a lady at work, and her inscription on the inside said that I reminded her of the illustration on this page.
I don’t know that “Poppy Fairy” was the look I was going for (or achieved), but it was a nice thing for her to say.
‘Oh wow, I bet you were a woodcutter in a previous life!’
Camp, with schoolmates- I’d been collecting firewood. Said like it was the most awesome thing in the whole world.
I was waiting to go onto the floor for a ballroom competition. One of the other women in line turned to me and said, “I just love watching you dance. You always look so happy! You remind me of when my dog is in the car and I let him hang his head out the window.”
I once told a (now ex) boyfriend “I appreciate that you don’t smell like garbage.” I think it made sense in context.
From my sister:
“You got the great body, I got the great face.”
Ummm?
I remember that book! As a kid I always thought the Poppy fairy was the prettiest. 
My boss recently told me that some people in the office are scared of me ‘in a good way’. (Said with a huge grin on his face.) I’m still not sure how to interpret this, since I’m small, cute, and my survival strategy is to make everyone like me. I guess my inner badass is showing through?
My sister and I both have green eyes. She was told by a male classmate in high school, “Your eyes are so green, I want to mow them.” She’s pretty sure it wasn’t a threat.
I was told in college that my eyes “look like lime halves, just missing the tequila.” I named my graphic design company after that weird compliment.
A friend told me the other day that I was the Professor, Lawyer, Captain and friend rolled into one.
That Lawyer part is really weird…
Huh. That reminds me that a college acquaintance once said I reminded him of Mr. Howell. I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it as a compliment, though.
20yo and working in a summer camp in the US, a 15yo boy who’d come to a dance told me all about his amazing elder brother and wanted to introduce us. Kid was cute and helluva nice, too 
“She doesn’t need drugs, she’s got more creativity in her little toe sober than all three of us do in our whole bodies drugged to our eyeballs”. It also made me realize that the kind of ideas I come up with routinely but which I normally don’t spout are the kind of stuff that other people need drugs to even start to fathom - which explains why I don’t spout them unless in the company of friends, they scare normal people. (Nothing world threatening, a lot of it is just things like “oh, we just match these fifteen files together and that will give us the list of items we need to verify… couple days’ work, really.”)
From a friend from the same group as the above:
“You watched The Wall sober?”
“Yeah”
“And you liked it?”
“Yeah, I often play it on the computer when I’m doing housework.”
“… I don’t know what is it you got in your blood that the rest of us don’t, but if you ever figure how to distill it I want a dose.”