Elmo stared at the woman behind the counter, hoping that if he looked at her long enough she might understand what he was saying. Finally, he repeated his desperate cry once again. It was still to no avail. He just wanted to get his tacos and go home. The plan was simple:Eat and then enjoy some of the glorious weather. The highs were in the upper 20s with a good chance of snow — perfect sledding weather. Tomorrow would bring more snow and temperatures in the low 30s. As he regained some patience, he looked at her one more time. “Look,”Elmo said. “I already know where the taco sauce is. What Ineed is the taco sass.”