Sand in my teeth

Ok, so having lived here for 6 years, I kind of got used to the weather conditions in this country.
At least that's what I thought I did.
The past winter was as cold as the winter back in Sweden, if not colder, and I sometimes felt like the only thing missing were Igloos to crawl into during those chilly months.
Global warming anyone? (although there was not much warmth in 5 degrees!!!)
Now, for us Dubai Veterans (yes, you can call yourself a veteran after living here for 3 months...remember this is a transit city), it is not unusual to experience sand storms, specially at the time when seasons are changing ( ehm..the 2 seasons Dubai has).
However, the past week saw something which was less like a sandstorm and more like the desert taking over Dubai, or the UAE for that matter.
The roads were not safe at all, not only because of the fog of sand that was created, but more cause of the fact that most cars looked like balls of sand moving along.
You would think people would slow down a wee bit to avoid accidents, but no siree....nothing can stop the speed at which people drive here.
It's either that or people slow down to ridiculous speeds of 10km/hour.
Yes, I am not joking.
And lucky as I am, I always manage to get stuck behind someone driving 10.5km/hr with no option to overtake cause of the lunatic drivers on the other lanes.
So anyway, having managed to fight for an appointment at the hairdresser to fix my utterly unruly hair, and fighting through amazingly annoying traffic (see above), I arrived at my hairdresser and of course I had to fight my way into the darn place cause the wind coupled with the wonderful sand was pushing me towards the street!
Once I got in, I felt I was safe from the BIG BAD SANDSTORM MAN and free to indulge in a good hairwash/styling. I did and I was ready to go.
Now, it is important to make a note to you non-Dubaians, so you understand the story well.
For some reason or another, when you live in Dubai, you tend to adopt the memory of a gold fish. Meaning, you soon forget the bad, the annoying, the irritating etc things.
Therefore, when I eventually stepped out of the hairdresser, I had TOTALLY forgotten about the BIG BAD SANDSTORM MAN.
Hence, I stepped out, and my hair still being wet, I was ATTACKED.

After this incident, I looked like a gingerbread cookie having a bad hair day. I was covered in sand.
My hair looked more like a broom from Satwa than anything else.
I fought my way into my car, drove again through the highway of hell (see above), got to my garage, parked the car in safety and went to my flat. I thought I was done and protected.
When I walked in to my flat, I noticed how my wonderful maid had left the balcony door open.
Yes, during a sand storm.

Now, let's not even go there. There are a gazillion questions I have about the doings of my dear maid.

So, I walked over to close the door and I see my cat lying there, looking like a small broom from Satwa. With a bad fur day.
Before I manage to fight to close the door, I also managed to get a swish of thick sand blown into my mouth.
It literally covered my teeth.
Yes, now I was a broom from Satwa with special brown fangs and a bad hair day.
I am never going out again if there is a sandstorm.