The Morning My Worldview Disintegrated in London City Airport

Wherein our hero's identity is sucked into a wormhole...

I remember sitting in London City Airport at 5:00 AM, watching TV through a coffee-fueled haze as the 2016 U.S. presidential election returns scrolled across the chyron. My colleague and I were on a U.K. customer swing, and we were catching the first flight out to Glasgow.

It was supposed to be a good morning.

Only twenty-four hours earlier, my mood was j…