How I got banned from the car dealership

I've always been aware of the stereotypical car dealer, usually portrayed by fictionalized media as sharkish characters with a standout gold tooth which goes 'ding' at the moment of swindle.
Like most cartoons, I grew out of believing them, but now I'm not sure what to believe, because I have been played by a car salesmen.
So I move to Arizona, and the first thing I find out is that everything is far away from each other and the public transportation is reminiscent of a third world country; extremely unreliable, unsafe, and no one else speaks English. So my wife and I set out to buy a car.
We decided on a 2003 Saturn L series, a great car. We were quoted a down payment and monthly payments. We agreed. He returns, saying he was going to have to raise our monthly payments a few dollars. No problem, we said.
After WE SIGNED THE CONTRACT. He calls several days later stating they have to raise my monthly payment more.
To make matters worse we have still not received our license plate. A month after we bought the car, we got a letter in the mail saying that before we get our plates, we have to have the vin number inspected. So great, not only do they keep changing the contract on us, they're not even sure that the car they sold us is legit. It came from out of state, they said, and we have to inspect it. Well, don't you think you should have done that before you sold us the fucking car?
So I get up at 7 am, a time which to me does not exist, and like every other time I have to wake up before 1 in the afternoon I am surly and pugnacious. I drive down there where some Mexican bimbo who has trouble with English inspects my vehicle and informs me my paper license has expired, and would I like a new one.
'Yes, I am aware the temp is expired, I should have gotten my plates three weeks ago' I said, still at this point civil.
'Well, we can't do anything after 45 days, homes.' no, the homes part was not actually said in real life.
'Take another look, cause I ain't even been down here for 45 days' There I go, reverting into the stereotypical American redneck.
'Well, we can't give you a plate until 2 this afternoon. Come back then'
'I really don't want a ticket, explain to me again why I haven't gotten my plates yet?'
'Well, don't speed and you won't get a ticket'
'WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!! I COME HERE, BUY A CAR FROM YOU GUYS AND YOU CAN'T EVEN GIVE ME MY FUCKING PLATES THAT I PAID FOR THEN YOU TELL ME HOW TO DRIVE WHEN I ASK WHY' When I get this mad I forget everything after 10 seconds, except for that I yelled and probably hurled a few derogatory comments around before storming out.
All they had to say??? 'Since the car is in your wifes name we ask that she conducts all further business with us and that we don't see you here again.'
To which I replied 'No habla Ingles'