I saw the UPS guy twice yesterday while installing my RMS. I was disapointed the first time he drove by because I am expecting a sweet transfer case skid from JCR Offroad.
The second time, after several hours under my rig, the glorious UPS guy actually stopped at my house. The driver saw my elated expression as he handed me the box. I said something about hoping that was a part for my Jeep, and he said something about me looking more bored now that I was earlier in that morning. "Great," I thought, as I contemptated being stalked by my local UPS driver.
As it turned out, the large package was some danged pillows my wife bought. They suck, too. I reverted to my old pillow last night.
Oh, and welcome to the Chapter. I hope you got your squeaky backing plate fixed on your front axle.