Yesterday, I spent SEVEN hours on or by the phone waiting for any of FIVE HBC Customer Service agents in two different countries to authorize a Purolator return of two exceptionally heavy/unsatisfactory Ralph Lauren feather/down bed pillows which, at 75, I could not possibly lug to a postal station. Purolator actually received authorization to pick up shortly after my original call to South Africa but, without the label, I had to send the driver away. I recounted my major dissatisfaction to 6 Toronto friends on a ZOOM call and each one of them, through their own experiences, has lost faith in HBC. How sad!
I sincerely believe I am owed compensation from HBC for my frustration and my wasted day trying to get basic Customer Service.