PackPoint
When two people, without talking, somehow have the same number of smokes (or whatever) in their packs at the same time. Like they’re both cursed.
My cousin and I both had 10 smokes left. We stared at each other like we were both cursed.
My dad and his friend both had 7 smokes left. They just stood there like they were both doomed.
My friend and his brother both had 2 smokes left. They both dropped their packs like they were on fire.