what's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?

There's this philosophic term, I can't for the life of me remember the name for it, but I think it's called the "confrontation of souls", where when two strangers walk on the same road towards one another, instead of ignoring or offering blase banter, they engage one another and have a genuine confrontation, a real recognition of the existence of another.

And there's this scene in NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN that I haven't be able to get out of my mind. Anton Chiggurh, the cold sociopathic murderer, gets into a verbal confrontation with the elderly gas station manager which ends up with a coin toss that determines the life or death of said attendant:

Anton Chigurh: [indicating bag of cashews] How much?
Gas Station Proprietor: Sixty-nine cent.
Anton Chigurh: This. And the gas.
Gas Station Proprietor: Y'all gettin' any rain up your way?
Anton Chigurh: What way would that be?
Gas Station Proprietor: I seen you was from Dallas.
Anton Chigurh: What business is it of yours where I'm from, friendo?
Gas Station Proprietor: I didn't mean nothin' by it.
Anton Chigurh: Didn't mean nothin'.
Gas Station Proprietor: I was just passin' the time. If you don't wanna accept that I don't know what else to do for you. Will there be something else?
Anton Chigurh: I don't know. Will there?
Gas Station Proprietor: Is somethin' wrong?
Anton Chigurh: With what?
Gas Station Proprietor: With anything?
Anton Chigurh: Is that what you're asking me? Is there something wrong with anything?
Gas Station Proprietor: Will there be anything else?
Anton Chigurh: You already asked me that.
Gas Station Proprietor: Well... I need to see about closin'.
Anton Chigurh: See about closing.
Gas Station Proprietor: Yessir.
Anton Chigurh: What time do you close?
Gas Station Proprietor: Now. We close now.
Anton Chigurh: Now is not a time. What time do you close?

I always loved this scene for it's progression- the cashier/manager getting noticeably more nervous and trying to extricate himself from a precarious situation as Anton deftly pierces through his bullshit excuses and confronts him. But now, I realize that its so much more then a narrative demonstration of Anton's malevolent character. It's more than a confrontation between two characters-it's the neverending negotiation of man with death. Anton is the cold, unfeeling, sporatic force of nature eliminating those surrounding him at random-there's no "God's plan" to it all. In fact, Anton's completely absolved of all direction or free will- his choices for his victims depend entirely on the command of a coin toss. The cashier, sensing his weakness and human fraility in the face of this force weakly attempts to disentangle himself struggling and fighting to keep his life.

This is the true confrontation of souls- Anton cuts through through the bullshit of societal pleasantries to the core of their interaction-the empty, unfeeling, black void of death interacting with the simplicty and fraility of man, struggling in vain to control his destiny and life. Which remains interesting because in the coin toss, the cashier makes the correct call, thus for a bleak moment, maintaining the appearance of control. People often lament the randomness of tragedy- a schoolbus full of children crashing, the beloved public figure meeting some unfortunate end. Yet they fail to realize that virtue does not determine longevity of life. When it comes down to it, life really can be just a coin toss.