Of course when I first saw this I read Quilting with Class, but that’s beside the point. I was reminded of one of the best "quits" I’d ever witnessed. I managed a restaurant in my late 20s and early 30s. One Saturday night in the peak of service our sous-chef was searching for his pantry guy. The pantry person is usually the person who makes the salads and plates the desserts. Well, the sous-chef finally finds him sitting on top of the ice cream freezer eating blackberries and fresh whipped cream. They get into it and the pantry guy says, "you’re so hostile man, I quit." He proceeds to take off his black and white checked pants, roll them up and tuck them under his arm. He then walks out through the packed dining room and out the front door without any pants. Now that’s "Quitting with Class"