Oh Kendall, here's one that happened to me:

I was living on a mini farm with my sister in Southern Oregon. We raised goats for show and milk. We had one steady milk customer, Bill. Bill came up to the barn one day complaining about the girl his son was to marry. He looked at me, up and down, and said, "I wish he was marrying you. You're strong, healthy, hard working, smart........it's better than being pretty!"

Well, I didn't say anything because I was stunned. This, my friends, is a perfect example of a backhanded compliment!

Margarita