Once, while living in rural Japan, I was running late and stood on the tiny train platform eating a banana for breakfast. That was taboo and for years I was remembered as ‘the gaijin who was seen eating a banana on the train platform’.
‘Hi my name is ******.’
‘ Oh, ******-san. The gaijin who was seen eating the banana on the train platform. Nice to meet you.’
Hey, there are worse ways to become part of the local folklore. ;-)