Shortly after entering the monastery in 1972, I got a phone call notifying me that I had been named to Phi Beta Kappa. I was quite proud and announced the fact to the community when we were all at dinner.
Not a single person there had any idea what Phi Beta Kappa was.
I had a joke worked out about hanging the famous key on my side rosary when I got the habit, but there was no point in using the joke. I never forked over the bucks for the key, either, what with being in a monastery and all.