Granted - since nobody likes sweet lemons, every child who has aspirations of setting up a lemonaid stand now hates you for absolutely smashing their childhood hopes and dreams into a million pieces and suffers from severe Scrogphobia. I hope you are happy with yourself now.
I wish people would follow the common courtesy of keeping in the right lane except to pass while on multi lane roads.
Granted, but with everyone in the right lane, nobody else can merge on to the highway, due to the fact nobody leaves the right lane, except to pass. With the inability to get access to the highway, cars get backed up on the on-ramp, accidents happen, and in turn they all die.
I wish the political ads would tell us what good they can do for us and not what bad the other candidate is doing or has done.
Granted, your clinic is up and running well, too well, everyone visits your clinic, the work is too much, you have no time to enjoy yourself, every where you go people know you and ask for your help and want to tell you their "how I am not feeling well" story, you can not enjoy the tropical oceanside and what it has to offer, it is too much and you end up going LOCO.
Granted, but to do this you must have an operation to stretch your leg bones, which causes constant pain, you become hooked on pain meds which leads to constipation. Stool is backed up in your colon from not pooping for days on end. This leads to your bowels not working correctly and in turn becoming necrotic. This dead tissue must be removed from your abdominal cavity and you end up with a colostomy. This leads to multiple trips and admissions to the hospital. Since this was an elective procedure, "to be a little bit taller", your Insurance refuses to foot the bill, some doctors have pity on you and do the work for free, but the hospital bills are still adding up and before you know it you are selling anything and everything you own to pay for your medical expenses. One day you find yourself on the street, living out of a cardboard box, pooping out of a hole in your belly, because your medical bills are just too much. Now you are a bit taller and the cardboard box is a bit to small and your feet extend out the box. One night some drunk driver misses the box, but runs over your feet and crushes the bones into a million pieces. To survive you must have your feet amputated, leaving you just a little bit shorter.
Wish granted, As more of a gimmick, your neighbor, who is a True Blood fanatic and has no idea you are now a werewolf, has bought some silver bullets from a trade show in Dallas. In celebration of the third season, he has loaded his 357 Magnum with these bullets and placed the gun on display, with other folklore materials, for the True Blood party he is having on Sunday night. At the shindig, a drunken party goer picks up the gun and by accident, he tripped over the red leather ottoman, pulls the trigger, which sends a silver bullet flying into the dark nights sky, after it went through the roof. You are werewolfing in the woods close by when the Sliver Bullet falls from the nights sky, into you, and kills you before you can get your first taste of blood that is true.