At one point in our recent trip collecting film for TofuguTV, we went up to Yoichi, Hokkaido to visit the Nikka Whiskey Brewery. In our naivety, we bought whiskey thinking we could send it back. We quickly found out that this would be very hard. Various shipping companies as well as the first post office we went to said we couldn’t ship it. I say first post office because we decided to try again at another post office. The first one seemed to have some things that said you could send it and some things that said you couldn’t (they ultimately decided that you couldn’t send it, though).
The guy standing in the window assured me that we could send the whiskey in the post
We didn’t want to lug these heavy bottles of liquid around and nor did we want to drink them all. This was some pretty expensive stuff, after all! Going to a second post office in the Kansai area (we figured they’d be the most likely to bend the wishy washy rules) we finally found success. Someone can ship our whiskey to the US! Or… so we thought.
I think you can guess what happens here. It didn’t ship. A couple days later I got a phone call from the post office. It was the same lady who helped us ship things. After apologizing profusely, she said they couldn’t ship it and they were so sorry for the mistake. She then said she’d try to look into other shipping methods for us to see if she could find an alternative and then offered to ship if it she found one, using a rival shipping service (to the Japanese post office). I agreed, of course, and she said she’d call the next day at 9am.
Lo and behold, right at 9am I get a call from the same lady again. She apologizes a lot more and then says she isn’t able to ship it. I suggest she send it to my hotel, though perhaps it would be good to wait until I’m in Tokyo so that way I can just check it in easily onto the plane. I had to figure out where said hotel will be first, though. “Okay! I’ll call back tomorrow at 9am,” she says. “Also, I’m so sorry for all the trouble” ← this times 30.
Next day, I get a call at 9am. This time I have the hotel address and name. I tell it to her, and she asks how I want my refund. Now, color me pink, but I didn’t really expect a refund for some reason. I guess I also didn’t expect to ever hear back from anyone at all if it couldn’t ship. It’s an international telephone number for them, after all. She did have to take out 800 yen (around $8) for shipping it to Tokyo, but that was nothing compared to the $100 or so we paid to get it to America.
So awesome, we get a refund too. Also, she’s still super apologetic.
Then, on the day I arrive to my hotel, she calls again, just to get the room number just in case. Wouldn’t want there to be another problem, right? I let her know my room number and she sends it out in overnight mail. I don’t think we got charged for overnight mail, nor did we need it get it overnight, but it was nice. Maybe that’s where Zappos got the idea from.
But, it doesn’t end there. Inside our box is a handwritten note, once again expressing how sorry she was. On top of that is a tenugui (how did she know that I lovvve tenugui?) as well as some udon and a Kumamon sticker.

Did I mention that I love tenugui more than just about anything? I was pretty blown away with this. Sure, in my opinion doing all this and coordinating with me on the phone was already above the call of duty. But, a handwritten apology note, plus presents (probably came from her own home and moneys), plus a Kumamon sticker… that’s customer service at its finest.
Japanese Customer Service
In general, I do think Japanese customer service is pretty incredible, though. Going beyond the call of duty is something that seems to happen quite often. There have been multiple occasions where a server from a restaurant will chase me down even when I’m a block or two away to give me something I’ve forgotten. Or, if I ask someone at an information booth / shop for directions, I’ll often get walked there. I remember one time when someone probably walked me a good 5-7 minutes, which seems to be overdoing it a bit. There have been so many other similar instances like this as well. The level of customer service in Japan is very high quite consistently.
Then you compare it to America. While there’s great customer service here, it’s hardly standard. In a very similar comparison, I ordered some beer from Rogue Brewery to get it shipped to Japan as a present for someone. The beer never arrives. Then, around a month after I ordered it, I get an email saying that “they can’t send it because the characters for the address are in Japanese.” First of all, I don’t know why I didn’t get this email a couple days after I made my (very expensive) order. Second, I haven’t heard back after responding saying I don’t need it shipped anymore but would like it to be refunded. The difference is night and day.
Also, coming back (literally just an hour ago, we’re sitting in LAX waiting for our connecting flight now), the first thing we noticed was how grumpy all the workers were. This is probably just because we’ve been in Japan for over a month, so the difference feels a bit shocking.
But, I wanted to thank the Japanese post. You guys are awesome. Even though they made a mistake they made it more than right, and I wish more people were like them.
