Another Departure, Another Fustercluck

Seems like every time I leave the house, I get saddled with some crap that another driver couldn't be bothered to get fixed.  I was dispatched to pick up some dead cows today, which is a nice and easy drop and hook at the dead cow factory.

I inspect the loaded trailer.  Hey, not one, but TWO flat tires.  Whee!   And the only shop in the area is 20 miles in the wrong direction.  Seriously, one of the tires didn't even have the bead seated.  What the hell is wrong with people?