(Originally written in 2015.) It's called a friend "911 Beer Emergency." It goes exactly like this.
THE FRIEND: I need a drink. Stat. Like 6 Stella's...NOW. I can't breathe.
ME: I'm at Home Depot. Checking out. Can be there in 20 for your 911 call." (It's 3PM on a Wednesday afternoon in November.)
THE FRIEND: Yes! My house? I'll get snacks. My house is a mess!
The Zen of Friends. No questions asked. No doubts. No second guessing. Just be. No complications. It should not be complicated. Ever. So the ONE and ONLY Zen-itude I have on this subject. Only one. (At this moment.)
Zenitude for today:
A true friend is not out to EVER, EVER, EVER make us feel bad about ourselves. EVER.
Take it or leave it, that's the Zen of Friends. The End.