All of these horror stories makes me glad I still live in a small town! Of course it probably helps that my father worked at the Ford Dealership as a bodyman for 30 years, so it's hard for the sales people to be rude to my family.
I helped my mom and my sister when they purchased their new vehicles recently and jokingly told the owner (which is a personal friend) if they had the buy two get one free offer going on. He just laughed and said no, but he would make me a helluva deal on one if I wanted, I said as soon as you get a jeep on the lot let me know. Not two weeks later he had two jeeps sitting on the lot and yes I got a call. Wanted me to come down and check them out if I was interested.
Too much money for me, but the price quoted was below book. I just decided to put the money into my older jeep and save the payments.
Hell even when I bought my 91 jeep it was a pleasurable deal. It was sitting on the dodge dealerships lot and was being sold as a favor for a friend of one of the mechanics. I only paid $4000 for it, but the salesman bent over backwards to help me anyway he could. He even called once a month for about the first year to make sure the vehicle was doing ok and to let me know he appreciated my business. I know just drumming up new business, but it still showed he cared.
I think I'll stick with the local boys for a while longer and leave the pencil throwing high pressure sales people to you nuts! :P