In Wes Anderson's Academy Award-nominated film The Grand Budapest Hotel, our heroes M. Gustave (Ralph Fiennes) and Zero (Tony Revolori) must call upon an underground network of immaculate hotel concierges, dubbed The Society of the Crossed Keys.
The international association and brotherhood of hotel concierges is alive and well. Over the past 24 hours, members of the Society have made their presence known across social media, and it makes for a charming patchwork of dedicated hotel staff from across the world. Such camaraderie is truly a thing of beauty.
The Society's official sigil can be found far and wide.
Members are poised at their desks, ready to cater to a guest's every whim.
Their expertise, wisdom and assistance are ever only a phone call away... if you have the number (not all are so lucky).
Induction into the folds of the Society is swift, secretive and above all, final.
One can never be sure when or where the call will come, but answer it one must.
Research may be necessary for a clear picture of what may lie ahead as a newly minted member of the Society.
A life in the Society is not without its bouts of loneliness. However, non-human concierges abound within our walls.
Above all, a sense of flair and panache is mandatory for all associates.
In conclusion, you never know when a member of the Society of the Crossed Keys is near. Wear they Keys proudly, friends.