There was once a woman who loved pink. Not only was her house pink, but her car, everything inside her house, and even her poodle were pink. One day she was sleeping in her pink room, in her pink bed, under her pink covers. She heard a knock at the door. So she took off her pink covers, got out of the pink bed, slipped on her pink robe, stepped into her pink slippers, opened her pink door, walked out of the pink room, closed the pink door, walked into the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, through the pink living room, into the pink foyer, and opened the pink door. "Hi. I crashed my motorcycle into your tree in your yard. Is it OK if I stay here tonight," the man at the door asked her. "Of course," she said and let him in. Then she closed the pink door, walked out of the pink foyer, through the pink living room, up the pink stairs, into the pink hallway, opened her pink bedroom door, stepped into her pink room, closed the pink door, stepped out of her pink slippers, slipped out of her pink robe, crawled into the pink bed, pulled over the pink covers, and went back to sleep.
Soon she was awakened by another knock at the door. So she took off her pink covers, got out of the pink bed, slipped on her pink robe, stepped into her pink slippers, opened her pink door, walked out of the pink room, closed the pink door, walked into the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, through the pink living room, into the pink foyer, and opened the pink door. "Hi. I crashed my car into a motorcycle that crashed into your tree into your tree in your yard. Is it OK if I stay here tonight,"another man asked her. "Of course," she said and let him in. Then she closed the pink door, walked out of the pink foyer, through the pink living room, up the pink stairs, into the pink hallway, opened her pink bedroom door, stepped into her pink room, closed the pink door, stepped out of her pink slippers, slipped out of her pink robe, crawled into the pink bed, pulled over the pink covers, and went back to sleep.
Yet again she was awakened by another knock at her front door. So she took off her pink covers, got out of the pink bed, slipped on her pink robe, stepped into her pink slippers, opened her pink door, walked out of the pink room, closed the pink door, walked into the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, through the pink living room, into the pink foyer, and opened the pink door. "Hi. I crashed my truck into a car that crashed into a motorcycle that crashed into your tree in your yard. Is it OK if I stay here tonight," he asked her. "Of course," she said and let him in. Then she closed the pink door, walked out of the pink foyer, through the pink living room, up the pink stairs, into the pink hallway, opened her pink bedroom door, stepped into her pink room, closed the pink door, stepped out of her pink slippers, slipped out of her pink robe, crawled into the pink bed, pulled over the pink covers, and went back to sleep.
The next morning she woke up. She took off her pink covers, got out of the pink bed, slipped on her pink robe, stepped into her pink slippers, opened her pink door, walked out of the pink room, closed the pink door, walked into the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, through the pink living room, into the pink dining room, and walked into the pink kitchen. The three men were in pink chairs seated at her pink table. "I know you're all hungry but I only have cereal, I have Rice Krispies and Fruit Loops, who wants what," she said and pulled down the two boxes form her pink refrigerator. "Well, I haven't had Rice Krispies for a while, so I'll have that," said the first man. "I really love Fruit Loops, they're my favorite. So I guess I'll have that," said the second man. The woman nodded and looked to the third man. "Um, I want Fruit Loops. Wait, no, I love Rice Krispies and haven't had them for a while. I had Fruit Loops yesterday, so I'll have Rice Krispies," said the last man.
So the moral of the story is that 2 out of 3 people like Rice Krispies better than Fruit Loops.