An unexpected treat at Ice Pack

Tonight after a long walk in Satwa, we stopped at the glass-fronted milkshake shop, Ice Pack, on the ground floor of our building. What stopped us was the rare sight of a large group of kids in dubai -- the benches were full of adorable kids in football uniforms emblazoned with ICEPACK on the back, all happily sucking on jumbo sized milkshakes and vaguely paying attention to a guy at the front of the room who looked like he was presenting a large round trophy.



We were quite content to sneak peaks and pics from around the corner when a young employee and an older Iranian woman ran up to me and started to get very excited about my scarf. Earlier in the evening, I grabbed my mom's old gold and neon green scarf to throw over my orange tank top (a yay-ish yet somewhat modest outfit suitable for Satwa, I figured). I was a bit perplexed at first, mildly annoyed that they might be protesting to my rather garish color combination, and concerned that they didn't like that we were taking pictures of their ice cream guzzling soccer boys.

But it turns out that the woman who owns the shop was desperately looking for something to wear as a headscarf. Ice Pack is an Tehranian franchise and there were camera men there who wanted to interview her and take photographs for distribution back in Iran, which is possible of course only if she were dressed to Iranian norms. This is what we found out while waiting and chatting to the older woman, who was the owner's mother, and was also at the Googoosh concert (and nearly kissed my hand when I mentioned that I listen to Googoosh CDs in the car all the time), and was intent on showering us with free milkshakes.

So. There you go. Two mothers, 1 bright green and gold scarf, distribution in the Iranian press, and loads of milkshakes. It was a good end to a good night.