Reasons to hate Purolator

When I first moved to Toronto, I had some of essentials — a pot, some dishes & utensils, some towels, a small TV — sent to me by courier so that I’d have it right away while the rest of my stuff made the trip across the country. Purolator lost one of the boxes and broke the TV.
They’re owned by McCain’s which makes the most consistently horrid commercials on TV (e.g., the Robbie Alomar atrocities of some years ago, the couple playing the ditty on their violin & glasses of lemonade or whatever, the neauseating pizza pocket sputum, etc.)
After a single attempt to deliver my copy of With Teeth (without even leaving a message or calling anyone else on my floor), they’re telling me I have to go down to the Lakeshore to pick it up. Fie, I say. Fie.

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