On Monday, I decided to get out my trusty bottle of God’s finest condiment ever known, aka. Bacon Salt.

Unfortunately, the “salt” was stuck, so nothing would come out. And it felt sort of wrong. No matter, I griped online. Also known as griping on Twitter. After all, I was a loyal follower to the Bacon Salt Twitter page (@baconsalt) and I put their name in my tweet once or twice. Or maybe more, I can’t remember.

Then I check my Twitter profile a while later and I find out I get a Direct Message from them, and they offer to replace my bottle of that sweet, sweet original Bacon Salt, with its lovely spices and— I’m getting way off topic. Anyway, they told me to send an email to their orders thing, and I bashed off a quick message, and these guys don’t even need proof. I’ve never heard of a company that actually trusted me! These guys are wonderful. I’ve considered sending this story to the Consumerist, but they probably have tons of these warm and fuzzy stories.

Anyway, to the guy/monkey/whatever that reads this stuff at that fancy Bacon Salt office of yours, you’ve made a customer for life.