This happened in Italy around 20 years ago.
The bass player in my then partner's band (hair metal, as in VH/GnR/Poison etc.) forgot his bass at home; we were all in the band van, approaching the motorway just after leaving town. So we turn back and drive to the guy's home. We get the bass (a Rickenbacker I won't easily forget!), then leave his driveway to make our way out of town again, only to be stopped by the police. They had seen five long-haired, leather-clad guys accompanied by three poodle-permed girls wearing skimpy tops, leather miniskirts, stilettos and fishnets. Their minds clearly went: DRUGS! PROSTITUTION!! GET THE BASTIDS, NOW!!!
In the event, nobody was carrying any weed or stuff, and we girls all were the very legitimate, long-suffering partners of said musicians. We got to the gig in the end, just in time. Bless.