Six forty five in the morning is a personal attack, honestly. The door picked the exact worst second to quit on you. Here's the part that gets me, a grand for the whole track on an 8 year old door that looks fine? That guy saw a tired person at 6:45am and did the math in his head.

My grandmother did something similar with a $5 whole chicken back in 2009 when I lost my job, and she showed me how to pull every last bit off the bones. She'd make chicken and dumplings with the meat, then boil the carcass with onion skins and carrot tops for a broth that turned into a soup with noodles. That soup lasted me four days and I'm not exaggerating. The trick she swore by was saving every veggie scrap in a bag in the freezer, onion ends, celery leaves, the soft parts of carrots, because that stuff makes the broth taste like you spent real money on it. She also stretched a pound of ground beef into a meatloaf with crushed saltines instead of bread crumbs, which sounds gross but honestly works. That one bird plus a bag of flour and some cheap veggies got me through a whole week more than once.