The Need For A Man: A Play In One Act

The time is half past 8 in the evening. In a reasonably small community kitchen of a university house stands a young woman with a frying pan in one hand, a partially eaten apple in the other. She puts the frying pan on the front left hob of the electric cooker (stage right), turns the hob to the highest setting and walks to the sink (stage left). She opens the cupboard above the sink and takes out a used, but nearly full, bottle of olive oil, opens it and pours some of the oil in the pan, after which she closes the bottle and puts it back in the cupboard. She takes a bite out of her apple and walks to the fridge (stage right, behind the cooker) out of which she takes something wrapped in aluminium foil. She unwraps the foil and puts a hamburger in the pan with oil, which has now heated up. Throughout all this the young woman keeps eating her apple, until it is finished. She throws away the foil and the apple core, and walks to the sink to wash her hands. She notices some crockery and cutlery that is standing next to the sink, checks that it is dry and proceeds to put the things in the cupboard above the sink, but leaves a yellow plate standing in the drying rack.
When she is done, the young woman takes the plate and puts it on the work surface (front of stage, so that when the young woman uses it she faces the audience). She takes out a cucumber and a sharp knife from the cupboard above the sink, cuts the cucumber in half on the plate, puts the rest back in the cupboard and peels and dices the cucumber halve. She realises something, walks to the electric cooker and turns over the hamburger. She returns to the work surface, then moves to the cupboard, takes out the rest of the cucumber and peels and dices it, until the entire cucumber is cut up on one half of her plate. She walks to the fridge and takes out two containers. She opens the plastic wrapping of one and takes out 5 cherry tomatoes on the vine. She washes them, cuts them into parts and places these on top of the cucumber. She then opens the other container and puts all the cold (but cooked) green beans in the container on the tomatoes and cucumber. She puts the empty green beans' container next to the sink, then puts the rest of the tomatoes, still in the container, back in the fridge. She takes out a small jar and puts it next to the plate. She remembers something, turns down the heat on the hamburger, then walks to the cupboard, takes out two slices of bread and puts them in the toaster (on top of the fridge).
She walks back to the work surface, picks up the jar and tries to open it. It will not open. She tries one more time, but the jar won't budge. She shrugs her shoulders, walks to the fridge and takes out a jar of mayonnaise, and takes the slices of bread, that are now done, from the toaster, then puts the bread on the plate and the jar of mayonnaise on the work surface. She walks to the cupboard and takes out a jar of mustard. She spreads mustard on one of the slices, then mayonnaise on the other. She puts back the mustard, then the mayonnaise, turns off the heat on the hamburger and puts it on one of the slices of bread. She then puts the other one on top of the hamburger, and walks off (stage right).
When the young woman comes back, she is carrying a paper towel and has a determined look on her face. She wraps the paper towel around the jar and tries to open it again. She fails. She tries again. The jar simply will not open. As she keeps on trying, removing the paper towel after three tries and trying a few more times with her bare hands, the young woman becomes more and more desperate. Slowly, tears begin to trickle down her face. She becomes more and more pathetic-looking, but is still determined to open the jar.
Finally, she realises she cannot open the jar and she breaks down. She throws the jar on the floor, where it breaks in a million dressing-covered pieces, and sinks down on the floor next to it. As she tries to scoop up the bits of glass in an effort to save her dressing, she realises what she is doing and breaks down in hysteric sobs. The young woman is now half sitting, half lying on the floor, crying and bleeding from the shards of glass stuck in her hands. Finally, she manages to sit up. She looks at her ruined jar of dressing and cries out (still sobbing, but trying to suppress it):

Where's my God-damn Prince Charming?

Lights fade until stage is completely black and silent.

[disclaimer: this is fiction, people! I am not having a crisis of any sort]