I give you...the green eyed Todd

"Many times in one’s (no not Juan’s) life you will weigh options equally.
Should we take the freeway or 1st avenue to the funeral for Great Aunt Bessie’s (who isn’t even our real aunt) 12th cat?
(This time it was the grody, obese grayish cat that smelled like the pot of water right after you finished boiling all the hot dogs.)

Doesn’t matter. Same distance, same time spent. Choose whichever.
But the other Todd (duh, Katie) HATES when I (frequently) say,
“6 of one, half dozen of the other.”

Why do you hate this Todd? What do you have against equality in this world? Or is it about something else?
Personally I find it quite charming because “half dozen” is sort of like “baker’s dozen” and then I think of pastries.
Is that it? Do you hate pastries Todd? It’s true you’ve never cared for heated fruits.
I, as well I’m sure all of our loyal readers, look forward to your response and we will all try hard to be more respectful of your distaste.

You can post here or write separately and then copy/paste it.
6 of one, half dozen of the other."