A few weeks ago, the Cut noticed a phenomenon that signaled the definite arrival of summer. Packs of men gamely poured out of their offices at lunch hour in search of Mister Softee trucks. Much like a pride of lions or gaggle of geese, these men congregated around their watering holes with ice-cream cones in astonishing numbers. The Cut assigned photographer Bek Andersen to roam the city in search of men with Softees, well-dressed gents with a childlike exuberance for soft-serve whose joy could not be contained or restricted by a suit. Click through our slideshow for evidence that you scream — and we all scream — for these men with ice cream.