agent...

A poor man is idly wandering down the street. When he is in front of a restaurant he notices a bearded man in a fine suit dining inside. What is not to notice?
The guy has ordered many dishes and is having quite a feast. The poor man, with his mouth watering, carries on watching the guy from the outside. When the waiter brings the bill, the suited guy
looks at the waiter, strokes his beard and says 'Agent'. To the poor man's amazement, the waiter nods and leaves without taking any payment.
A few days later, the poor man sees another bearded, finely dressed man come to the restaurant and eat a massive dinner. When the bill comes, this man too, strokes his beard and says 'Agent' and the waiter nods and leaves.

After seeing the same scenario play out a few more times, our poor friend puts on his best clothes and goes to the restaurant. He orders the finest, most expensive dishes and eats for hours. Oh, he has been poor all his life. He has never tasted these food before. Lobster, duck, oysters, shrimps, steaks, deserts, he orders them all.

And now it is time to pay.

The waiter brings the bill.
The poor man looks at the waiter, strokes his beardless chin and says 'Agent'.

The waiter is puzzled. 'But, *sir*' he says , 'you do not *have* a beard'. The poor man thinks quickly, points to his crotch and whispers '*Secret* Agent'.