Why does it always seem like my house is the very last stop of the day? Like the guy is going everywhere else (delivering totally boring things like office supplies that no one cares about), stopping for lunch and whatnot, and then finally getting around to my place. At that point he's so ready to be done with his day that he just chucks the box out of his truck, barely slowing down, and it lands with a big THUD into a puddle or something.
Sorry Voodoo, I tend to think worst-case when it comes to UPS. But I hope your driver is nice and friendly and that your stop is his first!!