“All her life Mrs. Foster had had an almost pathological fear of missing the train, a plane, a boat, or even a theater curtain.  In other respects, she was not a particularly nervous woman. But the mere thought of being late would throw her into such a state that she would begin to twitch.” 

This is such a day, as she gets a twitchy eye from her late husband.  I mean literally late, as in not on schedule.  Although, at 25 years her senior, he might be the other literally late literally any day.

They are about to leave for six weeks vacation, or holiday, or summering in Balmoral, or whatever the hell rich English people do.  Actually, she is going to New York to see their grandchildren, and he is going to stay at “the club”.  The chauffer thinks Mr. Foster always keeps his wife waiting just to make her crazy.  The butler advises him to shut his gob, but that is good advice for most Brits given the condition of their teeth. ^[1] She is frantic, fearing she will miss her plane.  Finally, Mr. Foster descends in their elevator.  Told ya they were rich.

Mr. Foster slow-walks out of the elevator, but he is about 90, so maybe he just walks.  Possibly to further irritate his wife, he says he wants to wash his hands.  He says “wash my hands”, but I hear prostate.

They get the kind of break you never get when you’re late.  The flight is delayed while they pre-board the the Handicapped, the Handi-Capable, the Differently-Abled, one real old cripple guy, First Class, the Air Marshall, the Diamond Club, the Emerald Club, the Premier Club, the Admiral Club, the Sky Club, the Ham & Turkey Club, members of the Armed Forces, First Responders, Second Responders, COVID-era Grocery Store Clerks, Airline Credit Card Holders, Travelers with Small Children, Travelers with Support Animals . . .  The Fosters can see this is going to go on all night.  The next flight is 11:00 am, so the airline offers to put them up for the night.  Fearing it would be at a Hostel-6, they go back home.  

The next morning, Mr. Foster surprises his wife by actually being ready to leave early for the airport.  As they are about to leave, he mentions that they will have to stop by their bank which is nowhere near them, kinda like an open Bank of America.

Further infuriating her, he remembers he forgot a package and goes back into the house.  Mrs. Foster finds the package between the seat cushions, which makes no sense.  Mr. Foster was not just carrying it, and this is a different car than they used yesterday.

Anyhoo, she runs to the door, but before she opens it, she can hear Mr. Foster calling her name.  She looks through the letterslot, but doesn’t understand why there are black bars on each side.

She runs back to the car and tells the driver she can’t wait for her husband.  He can take an Uber to “the club”.  They take off for the airport.

Six weeks later, Mrs. Foster returns home.  There are letters all over the floor that have been put through the mail-slot, including weekly letters from her to her husband.  She also finds her husband dead in the elevator which is stuck between floors.  Cue TOTU’s secret weapon, the jaunty carnival-like closing theme.

As usual with TOTU, I hated the episode the first time I watched it.  Then, on a second viewing to fill in some notes, I liked it much more.  There is just one problem and it is a biggie.  No, not the mysterious appearance of Mr. Foster’s package.  [note to self: there must be a less Toobinesque way to say that]

Who am I to criticize the great Roald Dahl?  Fighter pilot, screenwriter, children’s author, Hitchcock fav, antisemite.  Wait, what?  OK, I feel a little better about it.  There was a huge misstep in this story.  Mr. Foster clearly irritated his wife with his lateness, but there were also signs throughout that she loved him.  So why make her a murderer?  A better solution would have been to have her leave for the airport without knowing he was trapped in the elevator.  It was already established that he would write her no letters, so that would not have been a clue.^[2] When she returns home, only then she realizes her impetuous decision to race to the airport caused his death.  Maybe the answer is that Dahl (like Hitchcock) preferred straight-up murder to accidental death.  That’s how I want to go. ^[3]

So, another episode that I ended up liking, but would never recommend to anyone.

Other Stuff:

• Title Analysis:  No idea.  One explanation I found online seems like horseshit.  The story is called “The Way Up to Heaven” because Mrs. Foster’s path to heaven on earth comes from killing her husband by leaving him trapped in an elevator heading up in their six-story New York [England in the episode] home. Her husband is a sadistic man, and she feels free with him gone.  1) Mr. Foster did not seem deliberately sadistic; just old and Bidenesque.  2) How is anyone’s path to Heaven secured by breaking one of the 10 Commandments?  And one of the big ones, not like coveting your neighbor’s sweet, sweet ass.  3)  A parallel is suggested of the “Up” in the title and the elevator going up.  That would only make sense if Mr. Foster were going to Heaven; but you just called him a sadistic monster.  I guess it does mean her personal Heaven on Earth.^[4]  But the elevator going up did not free her.  In fact, the elevator not going up freed her.  I just don’t like the title.
• [1]  Apparently this has improved since WWI.
• [2]  Fun Fact:  There were no telephones in England in the 1970s.
• [3]  The short story is online, but I’m not sure it should be.  It describes Mrs. Foster hearing something through the door, but doesn’t specify what.  
• [4]  Learned tonight:  It is Ooooh Heaven, not Blue Heaven.