The DampAssess make a trip

He knew he would have to go. There was just no getting around it. DampAss had been dreading this moment for months, ever since The Maestro had earned a 13th Slam. DampAss’ spirits had lifted temporarily after Nadal crushed him in Australia. But alas, along came Paris, and Nadal’s surprising announcement that he would not be defending. Suddenly DampAss found himself in a tie for the G.O.A.T. And now it looked like things were about to get worse.

The hardest part was figuring out a way to convince Mrs. DampAss that she would have to come with him. He put off talking about it for as long as he could. His wife walked around with a pinched face. At night she slept facing the wall, her silence a more effective barrier than any diaphragm. The help moved permanently back to the East Wing.

The rest of this satirical piece can be found here.

Also, check out my first DampAss entry.