Where I worked they used to play Bridge in one of the manager’s offices and for one particular fellow the afternoon was spent explaining why you should not have bid what you did after what he bid, unless you had the Ace of whatever backed up by some other card if he had previously bid something else or the opponent had passed or bid no trump except on Tuesdays when the moon was full or it had been raining the previous August… ALLLLLLLLL afternoon! And sometimes it continued the next morning.
When he retired, the noon game became a Hearts tournament that got shut down when it resulted in daily shouting matches that disturbed the more sensitive of ear in the next building over.