The last thing the world needs is another type of addiction, but I must report that there is such a thing as an optics addict. Yes, I am an optics addict. By my definition, an optics addict is someone who cannot settle for anything but the best in any type of instrument, be it binocular, telescope, spotting scope and so on, no matter what the consequence to the addict's budget or bank account. That's me. I have looked through and used the good stuff for so long now, that I can never be satisfied if I suspect there is something better to use. Truly, I am addicted to image quality.
My boss knows this. It's why he hired me, I suppose. In fact, the only way he could lure me away from my beloved West to Chicago was to offer me a signing bonus of a spotting scope. I was drawn like a moth to a flame.
By the way, any eligible bachelor applying for my attention need not offer me an optic if he is otherwise tall, dark (or blonde) and handsome. Of course, I would not pass up a
Televue 102 if offered in lieu of an engagement ring.