I am a fan of Ikea for the most part and this review is less about the merchandise and more about the complete lack of service coupled with a massive amount of attitude. Tacky. I went with a good friend of mine to Ikea over Memorial Day weekend in hopes of getting a really great deal on a bed for her new apartment. A seemingly simple task one might think. Well, unbeknownst to us there was an elusive coupon needed at check out in order to purchase the bed/mattress combo. There was no signage posted and the sales associate upstairs (whose name escapes me) did not give us one. So, here we are, the store is closing and the sales girl, Randi,with an unbelievably abhorrent countenance, demands that we retrieve a coupon from upstairs and proceeds to laugh at my friend with a pompous smirk on her face. However, in the sales girl's supposed infinite knowledge and wisdom, she failed to realize that the store was closing, therefore THERE WAS NO ONE UPSTAIRS to give us this said coupon. Hoping there wasn't a storewide pandemic of awful dispositions, we looked to Randi's manager Todd for help. WRONG. The next gentleman (if you could call him that) was equally rude and condescending, claiming that \""there are signs posted everywhere telling you that you need a coupon...and maybe I can help you if I get the time.\"" We checked, and captain awful hair was, indeed, incorrect in his proclamation regarding the alleged \""signs.\"" At this point my friend is nearly in tears with frustration as we wanted to get out of there as much as they did. Then, captain early 90's pony tail looks and realizes his mistake. There is no flipping signage. He tried to apologize and be more accomodating by apathetically stating that \""oh they must have changed the signs.\""  We bypass the ridiculous coupon catastrophy only to be met with a flood of more aggravation.  My friend would like to pay with both card and cash. Apparently this is a near impossible task for the elite group of people that make up the Ikea employee squad.  At this point the quote un quote manager asks if I can put part of the total on my card as the tills have already been closed. Are you kidding me? This is so exceedingly tacky that I just stare at the poor girl blankly. Open up a register. There was a silver lining, however. Linda, who was the only in there with a brain, was walking by with a cash tray and rung us up. So we managed to pay the total and get out. Meanwhile, I have lost 45 minutes of my life that I can never get back because I have squandered it on completely unhelpful human beings. I just hope not all Ikeas are staffed with incompetent sales people full of attitude and self entitlement. We were not asking them to solve world hunger or the aids epedemic, we were simply after a little bit of compassion and professionalism.