Those missionaries that take it upon themselves to do yard work without asking are on my bitin list. Some guy came and "picked all your tomatoes for you" and then tried to talk me into sharing a prayer with him.

One, I leave tomatoes on the vine so people walking through can eat them. Two, we grow more than we can eat so you can have them. And three, no i dont want to share a prayer with a stranger when I have no idea what denomination you are or what you're gonna pray about, especially when im visibly queer and disabled.

The one saving grace (pun intended) about the situation is that he was polite when I said I'd rather not share a prayer. I'm guessing he's from the church very close to me since he looked too worldly to be a JW and Mormons travel in pairs.