Miller I Precision

Yeah, I’ve been meaning to write a review for I. Miller for like ever.
Please humbly accept my application to the «I can’t believe I haven’t written a review for this place yet» club, because here it is.
I don’t know about you guys, but I have a stack of unfinished reviews sitting on my desk here. I never seem to get around to finishing ‘em. Not unless something really kicks my ass into gear about it anyway. Well, something’s happened that I need to tell you about. Yep, that’s right. They’re gone. Grate is down, no one home. Fled the city for the suburbs. Where’re all of our businesses going? To the Bustleton Pike in Feasterville. That’s where. Oh, the exodus. Oh, the exodus.
They bill themselves as «Your Complete Source for New and Used Microscopy Instruments and Accessories», but they’re oh so much more. Any type of microscope you can think of, they’ve got it. More than you’ve ever imagined.
ASBESTOS Microscopes? Yep.
BINOCULAR COMPOUND Microscopes? Yep.
BIOLOGICAL Microscopes? Yep.
COMPARISON Microscopes? Yep.
CORDLESS Microscopes? Yep.
DIGITAL Microscopes? Yep.
EDUCATION Microscopes? Yep.
INVERTED Microscopes? Yep.
MEASURING Microscopes? Yep.
METALLURGICAL Microscopes? Yep.
MONOCULAR Microscopes? Yep.
MONOCULAR COMPOUND Microscopes? Yep.
POLARIZING Microscopes? Yep.
STEREO Microscopes? Yep. Yep.
VIDEO Microscopes? Yep. Yep. Yep.
So, if you need a microscope you know where you’re going, right?
Perfect gifts for your favorite microbiologist, metallurgical engineer or aspiring mad scientist.
But that’s not the reason I love ‘em. No. Not at all, anyone can sell and service microscopes. The reason I love ‘em is because they’ve always had enticing scientific knickknacks beckoning me to their window. Items that I don’t really need and would probably never even have any use for (hell, I don’t even know what most of ‘em are), but somehow covet just the same. A multitude of ocular devices: strange prisms, weary binoculars, odd industrial lenses, scopes of all kinds and other seemingly random apparatus.
Not long after I moved into my apartment I found myself in need of a level. Did I do the logical thing and go to the hardware store? No, I remembered seeing some kind of level in the widow of I. Miller. Off I went, cheaper than the hardware store and cooler too. Turns out the Navy surplus level I bought is an engineer’s spirit level and was completely useless for my intended purpose. Who really needs stuff to be level anyway? Not me. (The floor of my apartment is slanted.)
So, in conclusion, I hope that I. Miller continues to have awesome geeky scientific bric-​à-​brac in the window of their new location. I would be disappointed otherwise.