Lying around being lazy

Chris arrived, panting, twenty minutes after the assessment began today.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “The buses from Livingston are terrible. I really meant to get in early today, too.”

“Ah,” I intoned, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

“Eh?”

“Do you know what that means?”

He nodded guiltily. “Don’t be so lazy and lie in bed when it’s time to get up.”