And the car is up and running again!
Called my ex yesterday morning and asked him to set aside a battery for the car and then my dad had his friend pick it up, bring it by, and install it.
Also, after chastising him for walking through the garage without his walker and on top of a roll of carpeting (DANGER! ACK!), my dad says, “oh, why don’t you go do some woman’s work or something?”
*hand to forehead slap*
Gave him a giggle. Even funnier was that all my “woman’s work” was already done and I wasn’t going anywhere until his friend promised to not let him walk through the garage or go anywhere without his walker.
Raising parents is so difficult.