Every Four Years

A week before all the action starts, the office is overwhelmed with interns. They’re playing catch in all the open spaces, wandering aimlessly through the hallways, Web surfing in every cubicle.

-Where the hell did all these interns come from?

-I don’t know. They’re everywhere.

-What are they supposed to be doing?

-No one has figured that out yet. We’re calling them the cicadas.