When we were kids, my older brother and I put our allowance money together to buy one pack of Pokémon cards; it was the first for both of us.
To be absolutely fair about it, we decided to split the cards as they were, one by one, so that we wouldn’t have to fight over the rare card.
I was in charge of the splitting. Mine, yours, mine, yours, mine, y-… holy crap motherfudging holographic Ninetails.
My brother was busy looking at his cards, so I snuck the next card out from the bottom, gave it to him, and took the Ninetails. I still wake up with night sweats.