This talk of customer service rattled some memories...
When I was a kid I used to build a lot of models, especially aircraft. There was this one particular model I wanted but could never find locally so I sent the company who shall remain nameless a letter. The model was something like $1.29 USD so I included that in coin in the envelope.
A few weeks later I get a letter stating that they received my order and would gladly sent it but there was no money in the envelope. Obviously some asshole stiffed the coin. And I was broke. Unknowingly My Mother saw the letter. She turned around and sent them a WTF letter. A few weeks later I get a box in the mail. It contained the model I wanted plus two or three additional other models....all free of charge.
I bet it was Monogram. When I was like 9 I had one of their T-38 kits in 1:48 scale; it arrived with a badly warped wing shell that just could not be made to align with the other half. I wrote them a letter including the part number in the kit instructions, model number, etc, all carefully printed with tongue-clenched-in-teeth concentration that must have taken me an hour with multiple erasures and complete rewrites.
I think all that effort must have somehow been transmitted along with my letter; about 10 days later my grandfather brings me this huge (well, huge to me) carton from the mailbox by the road. It contains the next scale larger model (1:32 I think) and a letter saying that my model was out of production at the moment, so could I please instead try my hand at this one and let them know what I thought. This kit had like a million more pieces of course (and was so much more expensive in the catalogs I didn't even dream of buying on my little farmboy allowance); but it brought me countless hours more time spent with tongue-clenched-in-teeth obsessing over every little bit.
I then sent them back another letter describing some issues I'd had with assembling the wheels, how I'd worked around those problems and how freaking awesome the decals in this kit were; they released without tearing and floated so much better than my other models. I got a letter back from the same person at the company, and several back & forths over the summer but eventually moving to Pittsburgh broke that correspondence.
But still a soft spot in my heart for Monogram; no matter what evil modeling empire they may have become in the meantime.
*mnemories*