Does M. Gordon Jones (The Mail, 10/30) have too much time on his hands, or is that a self-moistened cigar he’s clutching in his sweaty little palms?

Here’s a pathetic little shit deciphering the “I Saw You” ads as if they were some high-risk investment he’d made.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he had penned some of the ads himself.

Falls Church, Va.