Art by Dan Meth [2].
CONTEST INTRO (as written in 2006):
If you're a hoity-toity New York intellectual like me, then you pick up The New Yorker every week for its perceptive writing, its wry humor, and for the way it makes you look when other people see you reading it. In 2005, the eighty-one-year-old magazine introduced a cartoon caption contest on its back page—a chance for budding Thurbers to earn bragging rights at their next Move-On.org meetup.
What’s good enough for that august publication is good enough for this
one! Submit your idea as to what the driver might be saying. We'll pick three captions, and the best one will receive a copy of my book [3] (or something equally likely to make any reader of The New Yorker feel slightly ill)!
Submit your captions below!