"You know why I'm here."
"I don't know you. Get out of my face."
I tried another.
"You know why I'm here."
"I do? Oh dear."
"Have you forgotten?" Why didn't you make a note on your cellphone calendar?"
"Oh my. I. Cell phone? What was I supposed to be doing?"
"Did you bring ... you have forgotten again, haven't you?"
"Oh dear."
"Look, you don't have to suffer this way. You buy a cell phone, you record what you're supposed to do when, and it reminds you! No more forgetting!"
"Oh I don't know. I can't understand this new technology."
"Here, I have a spare with me. $50 for the phone and $50 for a per-call plan, and it comes with a calendar app. Here. I'll show you. We'll try again tomorrow, and you have to bring the canteloupe next time! I'll show you, see ..."
"those tiny buttons"
Click, click. "There's a calandar, there's tomorrow, 4pm, there, it's got a calendar event! Fifteen minutes ahead of time it will ring, like this." I clicked, and it gave a ringtone of a kid's bicycle. .,.,. "Here, just $100, and you don't have to forget anything again."
"Oh dear. I was supposed to have a cantaloupe?"
"Yes, and the plan for today just isn't going to happen. But you can do tomorrow, right? If you buy a cell phone to remind you? I'm counting on you."
"Oh ... oh ... let me look ... yes, here you are, $100. And you open it like this?"
"Wow, that's right! You're surprisingly good at this. And you say you don't understand new technology! Well, see you tomorrow. And don't forget the cantaloupe!"
I went to another.
"You know why I'm here."
He reached in his pocket, pulling out a USB. "This is your mission. Your choice if you accept it or not." He handed me the USB drive and walked away.
I watched him go, mouth open. Wow. I stared at the USB. It was an unknown, full of promise and potential and danger. Wow. THAT was SLICK. I put the USB in my pocket.
I walked up to another, pulling the USB out of my pocket. He looked up at me uncomfortably. "This is your mission," I said. "Your choice if you accept it or not." I handed him the USB and walked away. After I rounded a corner, I peeked back. He dropped it down a storm grate, then walked away, looking at his hands suspiciously. Oh well.
I walked up to another. "You know why I'm here."
This was in response to a prompt on reddit.com r/WritingPrompts, "You are just a regular salesman, and you just try and go cellphones to random people. You go up to a man by saying your usual, 'You know why I'm here.' But, he responds with, "This is your mission. Your choice if you accept it or not," he gives you a USB drive and he walks away."