Parking Garage
Anton Chigurh was hosing down his new Ute he had previously killed for, getting rid of all the feathers from the previous owners chickens. He was suddenly confronted by the parking garage owner who was curious about this man and, like every kind sole living in 1980, just wanted to strike up a friendly conversation...
"How ya doin" Said the owner.
"Fine" Anton said.
"Where ya chickens?" the shop's owner said, who was ALREADY starting to get on Anton's nerves.
"I beg your pardon"
"Where ya chickens" repeated the owner. "I saw you was cleaning feathers, and what's that gas bottle thingo you got there." The man giggled at the sight of this man carrying a gas canister around like it was his pet.
"I was unaware that was of your concern" Said Anton, suddenly bringing the cheerful smile on the owners face to a halt.
"Sir, I'm just trying to have a friendly chat. Gettin quite bored out here you know. Rarely do I get a customer-"
"Where do you live?" questioned Anton, forcing the owner into a frown.
"About 10 mins west of here, but I was unaware that was any of YOUR concern" said the owner. He was serious but still had a giggle spread across his sentence.
"Oh, I think it is"
"I hardly think so sir"
"Well what you think isn't always accurate then" Said Anton, now making the owner a bit angry.
"Listen mister, I don't know what this conversation's beginning to turn into but I don't like-"
"That's foolish, you started it, and now you don't like it."
"No, sir, you turned it into-"
"Alright, forget my comment about your house, leave" Anton said, giving the owner one last warning, but he didn't know that. The owner just thought that this was an odd man being disrespectful.
"No, sir, this is my god damn shop! You leave-
"Let me ask you something, and you must answer"
"WHAT?" Frustration clearly echoing through the owners voice.
"What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?"
"I don't care, why do I need to answer some stupid gambling question tha-"
Anton suddenly flipped the coin, shutting the mouth of the owner
"I want you…to call it"
"Sir, I aint playin your coin games, some of us have work to do, now if-"
"Call it. This may be one of the most important decisions you will make, so I can't call it for you."
"Why?" said the man, confused at what this conversation had come to.
"I can't tell you. Then the coin will have no say"
"Why should a coin control my actions?"
"Because this coin is worth more value than your entire self, now call it."
"Jesus Christ, if it will get you away from here, heads then…"
Anton glanced at the coin. There was a moment of silence between the two, broken only by Anton's dark voice."
"Would you hold still?"