I've been very fortunate in that regard - all the carriers at my previous job and the current one, both when we had an office and now that I'm working out of the house have all been excellent in that regard. (It probably doesn't hurt that I try to run out and meet them when I hear the truck pull up, and either save them the walk with smaller stuff or help them carry the boat anchors to the door.)
Welp. Sure as hell I jinxed myself with that statement. The HP3591A Selective Voltmeter was 'delivered' By FedEx Home yesterday. I was at the museum and got a call from a friend who happened to be driving by my house and saw a white van backing up my driveway; he asked if I was expecting a delivery. I replied that yes, there was something potentially coming, and at that point he noted that whoever had gotten out was wearing a FedEx uniform, so we figured all was well. I got home a few hours later, and... Nothing... Looked online, and the 40+ lb box had, according to their records, been left at my front door at about the time he called. Went around the house a few times with a flashlight. Nada. Called him, and he said it looked like the driver had an envelope in her hand, and certainly not a forty pound box with a piece of rack mount gear in it.
Called FedEx. It had been shipped by their 'Home' delivery service, and of course after 7PM on a Saturday night, they were shut down for the day. The customer service person confirmed that the package had allegedly been delivered to the door at the stated time. She'd enter a tracking request, but I wouldn't hear anything until Tuesday, as apparently FedEx Home doesn't work on Sunday or Monday.
Fast forward to about twenty minutes ago, I hear a knock on my door. A neighbor from about a mile away is there to let me know that a 'computer' (it's packed in an HP PC box) with my name on it was delivered to her house yesterday. It's too heavy for her to move, but would I like to follow her and retrieve it? Just got back with it. Neither of us can figure out how she wound up with it - her house number is different, and she lives on a completely different street.
Apparently I've gotten my first idiot delivery driver. Fingers crossed it will be my last. I'm glad I have good neighbors!
-Pat