Granted, but now that you're invisible, you notice that your cellular phone has a smudge on it. No big deal, right? Grab some Windex and rub that smudge out. Easy peasy. Little do you know that while you perform this innocent task, an ex-Mafioso who is driving by sees the shimmering phone and mistakes you for a known invisible hitman polishing his trusty revolver, Beatrice. He thinks he recognizes Beatrice from when his brother, Fat Louie, was bumped off a few months prior. Since then, he has been living in mortal fear of that gun, so the very sight of it (or what he thinks is it) puts him into a complete state of shock, which causes him to lose control of his car and crash into a telephone pole. You rush towards the window to see what has caused this commotion, only to realize too late that someone left a skateboard perpendicular to your window, which causes you to slip and fall out of the window and face-plant (literally) into a rosebush.
TL;DR: Granted, but you get a face full of thorns, broken glass and rose petals.
I wish they wouldn't play Christmas music until December.
Granted, but a spontaneous time traveling portal opened up where your seat cushion was supposed to be, and you were sucked up and transported back in time to 1924, during the prohibition. A cop grabs your beer, opens it, pours it in the gutter, and arrests you. You are later released after paying a hefty fine, then wander the streets for the remainder of your life as a traveling philosopher.