PackPoint
When two people, like total idiots, somehow end up with the same number of smokes (or whatever) in their packs at the same time. It’s the worst kind of coincidence.
My brother and I both had 8 smokes left. We looked at each other like it was the worst day ever.
My dad and his buddy both had 11 smokes left. They both started yelling at the same time.
My friend and his cousin both had 1 smoke left. They both dropped their packs like they were on fire.