Not an alter...maybe an altar
I went to the airport today to pickup a bag that somehow didn't get on the flight Monday. I was there early, a lady that worked there walked past me, I asked her a question about the bag, she kept walking this ignoring and went into a locked room. So I called the number the guy I spoke with the night before for the office she was locked in. she didn't answer, so I called 4-5 more times. Still didn't answer. I then knocked on the locked door, which she didn't answer. Eventually she came out and I inquired about getting my bag that I could see sitting on the floor in that room.
She responde with sir, I'm technically not supposed to help you because I'm here working Alaska desk and you flew American. I looked at her with a puzzled look. She said someone would be there at 9am, it was 6:30am. She finally gave me my bag and reminded me that technically she didn't have to.
I bet she is the HOA president that measures the neighbors grass with a dial micrometer