Cars aka The Long Post

Brought my car to the dealership this morning, where I'm currently sitting on my butt. I don't like this dealership, I don't like this dealer, I don't like the car, I don't like much Sam I am.
For a myriad of reasons, I dislike this dealer, ship, car, people in it. The main reason would have started when I purchased the car.
Through my work association they advertised in our magazine that they give good. No GREAT pricing on new vehicles. So like a fool, I came in. They said they could accept the ad I showed them. I ended up buying a car. Went home and checked on the internet, they actually charged me more for the base price than the manufacturer had listed as the msrp. Wasn't much, couple hundred bucks, but still...it's the point of the matter. Next time I go car shopping I have 2 rules I am now going to follow.
Number 1 is that they all lie. How do I know this? Easy, their mouths are moving.
And number 2. Just walk away, seriously. Walk away until I have thought this thing through. They can wait. Vultures.
So at my least favourite dealership they have a drive in bay for service, so I pull up. The doors are down, waiting for them to open.....waiting.....waiting....waiting. I know they can see me sitting in my car waiting. Remember when we were kids and we used to play at being invisible? How come when you become an adult it becomes a reality? So I can see them, they see me. They just choose to play a game I gave up at 2 yrs old.
I can see a young lad inside doing something, not sure if he's pressure washing the floor or just sweeping it as the frosted glass on the door blocks my vision that far. Would it be that hard to wave at me or acknowledge my presence?
Still waiting....ok 26.5 seconds is long enough. I get out of the car, knowing no one is going to say anything to me for at least 5 minutes. Something like "Oh Sir, you just want to head in, we're cleaning the bay right now and not taking the vehicles in this way, thanks so much!"
Because that would be so helpful now wouldn't it? And we all know that customer service is number 1 these days in the service world.
No. No one comes to tell me this. They don't love me after all. They only wanted my original 28,000 dollars. And then it's the old hand to the face, whatever!
I feel so used, they could have at least brought me breakfast the next day. And I still hate this dealership.