Bud McKinney's Jungle Trip in Honduras
It was late afternoon in Ibans, a small Miskito village on the north coast of Honduras, and it as warm. Sweat ran from every pore in my body and my glasses fogged with moisture constantly.
  I was keeping an eye on the time and an eye on the pharmacy, checking to see if our projected quitting time and the line of local villagers could some how draw a balance that would put us on the river in time to make it back to Palacios before darkness set in on Honduras. The equation was not working and I decided that I  should lend a hand and attempt to get every patient the  prescribed medicinal concoction recommended by our over worked and under thanked doctors as quickly as possible.
  Stepping forward of the barrier between the crowd and Bruce, our able PA in charge of the dispensing of pharmaceutical cures and snake oils, I asked if there was anything I could help with. Bruce immediately handed me a small plastic bag and a bottle of pills and commanded "put 30 of those in there and label them with this" to which I complied as quickly as I could count, and handed the offering back for final inspection. Bruce took the bag, checked it for name, contents, and accuracy and once again commanded "Put about forty of these in this" as he handed me another small bag and new bottle of medicine. All the while this was happening Bruce was simultaneously dispensing his own bottle of curatives into the same type of small bags he had handed me, labeling them and checking them for accuracy.
  But alas, the burden of an armature needing advice and training took its toll and Bruce, in pure frustration of my dilatory effort, and lack of efficiency barked a new order, "Just fill the bag to there" as he simultaneously took a deep look into a wide eyed youngster standing in front of the line with binder paper prescription in his hand waiting to be served, he demanded of me "And why does this child have Jaundice"? 
  At this point I was taken with the humor of the entire situation and replied "Well Bruce, I got here at the same time you did this morning and I have had little time since to concoct this child's malady" This was all Bruce could fathom and he politely and graciously asked me to step out of the pharmacy and find another source to bless with my ineptness.  I guess a career in pharmacology is not in my future.