Close to forty years ago, I was running sound for a husband/wife duo. We'd do long weekend mini-tours mainly around GA and SC. There was juuuust room for the three of us in the (long) van with all the gear (that fit in exactly one way that only G could get right). Between the bass bins, the other PA speakers, the guitar and keyboard amps, and keyboard, it was rough. Never mind everything else. Gear back then was NOT light! The worst was a 105F 95% humidity day in rural SC where the gym they were playing was pre-cooled to about 60F. Running that gear in and out was murder, and there wasn't any help.
Foreshadowing: G and I had long hair and beards.
We went to take showers and change, but only the girls locker room had showers. No problem; G and I went to one end and J went to the other. This was a church-sponsored gig. We heard women's voices so G and I turned off the water and ducked down. The pastor's wife and another lady were looking for J. They talked to her over the shower wall for a moment and then left. After we finished showering, drying, and dressing, the three of us walked out with wet hair and our stuff - right into the pastor, his wife, and a couple of other people. The looks we got!
The concert went great and we had help for loadout, although by then it was down to a balmy 95F or so. A couple of the big helpers scoffed when we warned them about the bass bins. They staggered under the bins to the van and we managed not to laugh. 8^)