At our office there seems to be an abundance of people who have May
birthdays.  The following story bears no resemblance to anyone I know.
Just thought you should know...

                      Don't Let It Happen To You               
                   (As told by the generic Mr. Smith)
     
When I awoke this morning, I was aware it wasn't an ordinary day.  I
felt an inner sense that made me want to close my eyes and go back to
sleep.  Then I remembered it was my birthday, and at my age, who needs
another one?

I arose, showered, dressed and descended the stairs, bracing myself
for the usual chorus of "Happy Birthday" from the kids.  But there was
none.  Not even a cheerful "Happy Birthday, Dear" from my wife.
Instead of being grateful that so far the world had allowed me to
ignore it, I felt even a deeper gloom.

As I entered my office, my lovely blonde secretary greeted me with
nothing more than "Good Morning, Mr. Smith".  Then at 11:30 it
happened.  My secretary came in all smiles and said, "It's such a
beautiful day, I've decided to take you to a darling little place for
lunch to celebrate your birthday".

We arrived, had a few drinks and a wonderful lunch.  On the way back 
to the office, she said "Now we'll stop by my apartment where it is
quiet and we will have more privacy".  When we arrived, she mixed me a
drink and then excused herself to "change into something more
comfortable".  "Ah", I thought, "this is a good world after all".  

Soon she called out, "Are you ready for my little surprise?"  Her
bedroom door opened and there she stood holding a huge birthday cake
aglow with candles.  There also stood my wife and kids, their eyes
aglow with love, and there I stood with nothing on but my socks.