A/N: Ollo! Megamind is one of my favorite movies of all time. I hope I've done Roxanne justice here. This is a rare story in that I typed it out without writing it down first(I almost never do that). Hey, speaking of stories, here's a shameless plug for another story in this fandom- what FUN!: "Spiked Cuteness" by Follow Me To Your Doom is funny and turning out pretty well. It would mean a lot to me and the author if you could review it. Just a thought! And now for our feature presentation. BUAHAHAHAHA!
Organization Matters
Roxanne Ritchie had a million things to do and about a tenth of the time needed to do them. Juggling her car keys, smart phone, purse, and two bags of groceries in her arms, the plucky reporter struggled to get into her car before while simultaneously finishing off a quick e-mail to her partner on a developing story concerning a senior food drive. She shoved her grocery bags into the shotgun seat and slung her purse on top of them before sinking into her seat with an exhausted sigh. Roxanne had had about two hours of sleep the night before, and this was the third day this week that she'd been busy since 8 AM. Just breathe. Deep breaths. And try not to fantasize about smashing that brand new loaf of bread into a plum-sized wad. Mumbling to herself, she pecked the atom-sized keys on her phone, searching through her recent pictures.
Roxanne didn't keep her pictures in specific folders. She didn't take a lot of pictures for work-related matters, so she didn't see the point. It seemed a bit OCD. The clever brunette was startled by another driver's honk. A belligerent blowhard had seen her get into her car, but not pull out of the space. Since the parking lot was crowded today, any prospective space was most coveted. "Alright, alright!" Roxanne yelled, clicking on one of her most recent pictures and buckling her seat belt. She attached the picture and sent the e-mail while simultaneously putting in her key and getting in reverse. That was the last time she looked at her phone before she got home; Roxanne Ritchie was a defensive driver, and defensive drivers do not impede their concentration on the road.
When she got home, Roxanne stopped just long enough to unload her groceries and return a call to the plumber. She happened to get a look at the e-mail she'd just sent. One delicate hand flew to her mouth. She hadn't sent a picture of two smiling volunteers wheeling a cart of cereal up the driveway of the local nursing home. She'd accidentally sent in a blurry snapshot of Megamind grimacing just before an almighty sneeze. He'd accidentally sent the image to her while they were snap chatting a couple of nights ago, and she'd thought it was funny enough to save it. Her keys clunked to the table. They were shortly followed by her head. A couple of minutes later, Roxanne got a call from her very confused partner. She was laughing much too hard to answer, let alone inhale.
End Notes: Okay, so this was based on a picture that one of my dearest friends has on her iPad. She got it off the Internet somewhere. It's a person saying that a tree fell in their neighborhood and they sent an image in to the news, since there was a storm and the channel was always asking for viewers to send in pictures. But this person didn't keep their pictures in folders, and they wound up sending in a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch(the title character in BBC's show Sherlock) making a hysterically funny grimacing face. Poor Roxanne…organization matters!