I smell like diesel exhaust. Nice, huh? Once every week or two, CTA likes to bring out the stinky generator thingy so they can powerwash the El stop. Today I had the pleasure of standing next to the deafening, belching, smelly thing while waiting for my train. And now, sitting at my desk an hour later, I realize the smell has permeated my hair and my clothes. How's a girl supposed to strut her fishnet- and sexy black boot-wearing self when she smells like a tractor trailor?