Scion of Lake City

Is there some sort of mandatory slimeball training for car salesmen? Are they members of some guild that enforces age-​old stereotypes of deceptive and insulting behavior?
I made the initial visit alone, and among the questions I asked was about the ‘reality’ of their website’s pricing estimates (we were considering leasing). I was assured the website was accurate. Then I took my wife there for a test drive, and she liked the car but wanted to think about it. After some emotional thrashing (she loves her old and very sick Subaru) we decided to go for the lease and returned to the stealership.
Of course, now the numbers were higher — much higher, 30−40%. I asked why and the response was arm-​waving, followed by, «Let me go see if my manager will let me do something better here.» C’mon, guys, that’s so classic, and so obvious!
After two or three iterations of the above skit, I informed the salesworm, «We’ve decided to reconsider. Thank you for your time.» After he refused to take that as an answer and kept talking, I stood up and repeated, this time in my Dad Voice, adding, «Have A Nice Day.» We weren’t 500 feet down the street and he called my wife’s phone — we ignored it. He called again after we’d gotten home. I picked up the phone, answered it and said, «NOW I’m becoming annoyed.» And hung up.
OK, i understand that all living things must somehow meet their basic needs — the syphilis bacterium, creeping kudzu, the Conservative Republican politician. But I suspect that the car salesman thrives on the feeling, «Look what I got away with!» I don’t think the phrase, «a satisfied customer» is in the lexicon of a car salesman.
We’re having the Subaru repaired.