My name is Not Important. What is important is what I’m going to rant about. I just fucking hate Target, and the Managers feasting off their Red Cards. Those two months have been an example of hell and I’ve always wanted to give a manager there the bird. This is the time for ranting, and there is nothing Target can do for redemption. And I have many bad things about the red card. It is time for me to rant and it is time for for you to read. My anti-Target crusade begins here.