My wife asked me if I'd like to go look at a Nissan Pathfinder as we were leaving an afternoon beach party. A dealership in North County had the car she'd been eyeing, but before we got on the freeway she says " Since we're close, we could just go to Pacific Nissan and see what they have." Sure why not, I figured it would get me home sooner, because we weren't going with checkbook in hand so to speak, just going to see the inventory. No sooner than parked the vultures descended, one vulture elbowing the other two aside, he glommed onto us like stink on doodoo. He led us to the far corner where the Pathfinders were. Not seeing one in the color she sought, we acquiesed and let him show and explain what the features were between the three levels offered. We declined a test drive because my wife has rented them on her travels and likes the car very much. Another issue was these were all '17's with black interiors. We asked if he had any 18's and he said "No, they won't give us any 18's until the 17's are sold" xxxxxxxx #1. "But!,"he says., "We can get you the car you like and have it brought here" So we go inside and he starts collecting information on our car, presumably for a trade in, OK, I get that, Then he asks for the vin on my Mazda, so I give him my insurance card, he copies the VIN and goes into the back, where he huddles with 3 others. He comes back and says "Can you get your vehicle registration? something isn't right with the VIN or I may have copied it wrong " What? xxxxxxxx flag #2. I should have just reoffered him my insurance card, but I go get it. I check on the way back in, the VIN is the same on my insurance card as it is on the registration. He takes the registration and goes back into the back. He comes back out without my registration. I say "Can I have my registration back?" He says, "Yea, let me just get some more information from you about your Mazda" After getting this info, he goes back in there and a different guy comes out and introduces himself as the sales manager and asks us the same questions the first guy asked, making me wonder just what they might be talking about back there, about since the left hand doesn't seem to know what the right hand is doing. I ask him as well, to return my vehicle registration, he says " Yeah, we'll get that for you. We told him we really wanted an 18, but they didn't and he said "We've got '18's" which exposed the first salesman lie. Now that he knows our story, he gets uo and then returns and says they found the exact car we're looking for in Davis, 500 mi north of here. Which is odd, because we know the car is in Escondido, but the first salesman said something interesting about this dealerships competition with Mossy Nissan, which is the Esxcondido dealership. Then he puts an indecipherable, and meaningless piece of paper in front of us with numbers written with an orange highlighter, that shows us what our monthly payment would be. But as of yet we didn't know what the price of the car was. I ask him "How do you arrive at this number when you havent told us how much the car costs? And can I please have my vehicle registration back?" He then goes in the back and comes back out with a figure written on a new sheet of paper that is the sales price of the vehicle. I ask again for my vehicle registration. He says "We're getting it for you" I can see the entire layout of the room, nobody is getting my vehicle registration. xxxxxxxx 4,5 &6. He just kept asking what it would take to get us into that Pathfinder. Finally we had had enough and I said" You can Get Me My Vehicle Registration NOW" He got up went into the back, into the glass walled room where I could see what they were doing, and a third guy came out sat down and wanted to know how to get us into the car today. I held out my hand and said " I'm Randy, Who Are YOU? He ignored the most common of social interations, which is to introduce oneself when engaged in a business conversation. More importantly, he failed to introduce himself to my wife, who is more sensitive to social behavior than I ever was. He said his name and I said, "Jaime, we are done here, I want my vehicle registration now. There is No Way we would ever buy a cir from this dealership" He had the supreme rudeness to once again say they were getting it for me. At this point my wife stood up and said, "Give us our registration now or I am calling the police. She then started walking towards the office. I promptly got up and followed her, I wanted to be close to what ever she intended to do. As soon as we reached the door somebody handed me the registration and we turned to walk out. I was handed my registrstion when I reached the door. The first saleman then asked us to sit back down so he could go over the papers he been holding. I said, "Forget it, we're done. we'd never buy a car here. Actual dialogue might have differed slightly, but my wife read this and she concurs in its overall capture of the torment and torture we were exposed to at Pacific Nissan in San Diego, CA. Is this common practice to hold potential customers hostage? I've bought numerous cars off dealer floors in my life, not always the most fun, but never have we experienced anything like this. Not only would I never buy a car from this dealership, I will make sure everybody I know is aware of our experience.