Besides being the name of a great old Doors' song, it's also the ratio of unavailable Sunday Services parking spaces to trucks at the Second Reformed Church after someone left a moving van parked across five spaces on Saturday evening.
After he tooketh away, the Lord caused something to be bestowed upon his windshield (third picture).
"But your Honor, how was I supposed to know that people go to church on Sunday?"
Clicketh to make bountiful: