I got on an express train, nearly midnight now.
On the halfway, a man got on the train, and as the doors closed, he began to look around at the faces of the passengers around him.
"With all due respect, are you 28 years old?" He asked me.
"Yes, but how do you know?"I asked him, but he ignored me and just talked to others.
"Are you forty-five years old?"
"That's right."
"Are you sixty-two?"
"How do you know?
Repeating conversations like this with seemingly unknown passengers, the man appears to have a special ability to tell one's age by looking at someone's face.
With about 15 minutes to go until the next stop, the passengers, myself included, looked curiously at the man until he asked the last woman.
"Are you fifty?
"Yes, but 51 in five minutes!" The woman replied with such a smile.
Suddenly, the man's face was livid, as if shaken to the utmost.
Can you guess why?
