I cried over a grape no show. Buckets of tears. Proper sobbing.
But it wasn't actually the grapes, it was what lay behind the grape no show.
DH didn't buy them because there were no pre packaged ones with a price tag on, and they had recently introduced the "new fangled" bag it and weigh it yourself system.
He had never done it before and declined to make the effort to learn without me there to supervise and instruct for the sake of the grapes I wanted.
I didn't actually want the grapes all that much, but I was at a low ebb and felt VERY UNLOVED that he wouldn't even try to do something new (product of his very very odd upbringing) for my sake. Especially given that I spend my life in an alien environment, speaking another language, for the sake of us being together.
That was in 1997. He has never declined to learn (relatively simple) things all by himself, for my sake since.
Possibly due to the volume of tears incurred during GrapeGate.
Cos there were lots of them. I was feeling overwhelmed by the years of accumulated stresses and strains being Jonny Foreigner and it all came out in one big whoosh. The dam broke. He got wet. Saltily. 
It was an over reaction, but it served us both well. He at least had it rammed home how relatively cushy it is to be the one who is at home compared to being the one who is always abroad. And that small gestures (or the lack thereof) of caring about somebody go a long way in a relationship.
And I felt much better after a good cry.
Plus he went back out and got me grapes.
Which I ate while sniffing and hiccuping.