I was in the Nissan with its turn signal on while trying to enter the 405 freeway at Harbor. You two came up from behind in a Mercedes-Benz, gabbing away and paying no attention, forcing me to hug the shoulder until you passed. My assessment that you are dick-bros was confirmed by your Mercedes speeding up to ride the tail of a car in the exit-only lane before jumping into heavy traffic at the last second. Dick move squared.
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