Mike B.

Engaging with Myprotein's customer service is an exercise in futility, like conversing with a parrot programmed to spew unhelpful, pre-drafted responses. A glaring error in their system, the baffling absence of the United States from their country list, stonewalled my attempts to correct my address, leading to a ludicrous farce of delivery misdirection. Despite FedEx's tracking data irrefutably showing my order winding up in the wrong city, Myprotein's customer service stubbornly clung to a carousel of redundant questions and requests for already-provided forms. The end result? A dance of frustration and wasted time that transforms buying directly from Myprotein into an agonizing ordeal of Kafkaesque proportions that I would not wish on my worst enemy.