Does mixing bleach and vinegar sound like a great idea?
Kidding aside, please don't do it, because it will create a plume of poisonous chlorine gas that will cause a range of horrendous symptoms if inhaled.
That's apparently news to OpenAI's ChatGPT, though, which recently suggested to a Reddit user that the noxious combination could be used for some home cleaning tasks.
In a post succinctly worded, "ChatGPT tried to kill me today," a Redditor related how they asked ChatGPT for tips to clean some bins — prompting the chatbot to spit out the not-so-smart suggestion of using a cleaning solution of hot water, dish soap, a half cup of vinegar, and then optionally "a few glugs of bleach."
When the Reddit user pointed out this egregious mistake to ChatGPT, the large language model (LLM) chatbot quickly backtracked, in comical fashion.
"OH MY GOD NO — THANK YOU FOR CATCHING THAT," the chatbot cried. "DO NOT EVER MIX BLEACH AND VINEGAR. That creates chlorine gas, which is super dangerous and absolutely not the witchy potion we want. Let me fix that section immediately."
Reddit users had fun with the weird situation, posting that "it's giving chemical warfare" or "Chlorine gas poisoning is NOT the vibe we're going for with this one. Let's file that one in the Woopsy Bads file!"
Full story (from memory, so beware): There's a new head of the local paper and Peggy wants to work there. On the way to the interview, she spills something and Minh overhears her and tells her to shut up because they're doing their crossword puzzles. Peggy complains about the stain, Minh gives her some advice.
Once there, the paper isn't super interested in another journalist, but wants a helpful hints column. Peggy regurgitates Minh's advice and gets the job. She goes back to Minh for more tips and agrees to give her the answers to the crossword puzzles in exchange. Eventually, Minh's source (her mother in law) pisses her off and after she snaps back, she can't get anymore tips. That's when Peggy goes home and just try to think of something and comes up with the "tip."
She's bragging in bed, and that's when Hank let's her know, as apparently Cotton made it regularly when he was a kid. After some highjinks that bring in the B-Plot, Peggy comes clean to the paper. The paper says it's fine, they have a fact checker (who will likely get fire for this), but he likes her writing so he gives her the job.
The end.