According to David Harman, This Monologue is All About Sex
by Adam Hahn
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(Lights Up)
Monday night, ten fifty-eight PM. I put my jeans in the dryer
just a
few minutes ago.
The laundry room is empty, just me, the laundry, and the
Coke
machine. Here at the University of Iowa, there's always a Coke machine.
11:03, I lean back, put up my feet, and watch the clothing
tumble.
I've seen my jeans go around before, and they're getting monotonous. The dryers above them,
however hold the most fascinating spectacle that God ever created, women's clothing.
The dryers aren't just loaded, they're over-loaded, as if the
mystery
woman put two washer loads into both of them. She is drying everything together, her jeans with
her towels with her underwear with her whites with her darks with her t-shirts. All of it is jumping
and sticking together and separating and reuniting and separating and reuniting again. It's
beautiful.
11:18, I'm fixated on one pair of her panties. They're white
with
little
pink roses, and it seems like they're dancing just for me.
11:25, I think I could watch this pair of panties all
night.
11:30, I am trying to stop thinking about her underwear. If I
don't do
something right now to get my mind off of it, I think I just might get caught doing something very
bad.
I go to my dryer and feel my jeans, but they're still damp. I
can't
get
away.
11:40, I have checked my jeans about twelve more times.
Her dryers stop. Thank God, the panties are hidden.
11:48, I figure that my jeans have to be dry by now. I get up
and
walk to the dryers. I see the panties. When the dryer stopped they were left on top, just barely out
of view.
They are now just inches away from me, on the other side of
a
piece
of clear plastic. I can see now that the pattern isn't roses after all, it's little pink daisies. And, oh,
there are blue ones too.
I want to play with them, I want to open the dryer and take
out
that
hot piece of fluffed cloth, I want to put it to my face and breath in that fresh warm fabric softened
air.
If I get caught with my face buried in a stranger's underwear,
how do
I explain it to my girlfriend?
11:50, I need to get out. I pack my jeans into my laundry bag
and
leave the panties behind.
You know, I could have gotten away with it. I could have
done
anything I wanted. I could be wearing those panties right now.
In the time that I was alone with the laundry, I could have
taken
them to the privacy of my dorm room, done whatever I wanted with them, and returned them,
slightly damp, to the dryer without anyone seeing a thing.
(pick an attractive female near the front) That's a cute
t-shirt.
Where do you do your laundry?
(Lights Down)
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Performed by Adam Hahn
Performed by Adam Hahn with Kyle Lange playing the part of the Coke Machine
Performed by Kristopher Jones
Performed by Adam Hahn
Performed by Adam Hahn