The last couple times I’ve walked down Montague Street in Brooklyn Heights, I’ve passed union organizers handing out leaflets in front of a grocery store, asking people not to shop there, as the employees, they say, are poorly paid. But I love what they shout at passers-by: “Boycott the Garden of Eden!” they holler, over and over again.
You could base an entire “I’m not fired, I quit” school of theology based on that idea, couldn’t you? We weren’t kicked out; we left in protest.
So there. Take that, big guy.