As I ate lunch by the sea shore yesterday I noticed people coming up to a freestanding stainless steel box against which I had leant Big Red. The box has a very long tube attached that leads up to the first floor of an adjacent building.
It is a mega ice machine. It is a bit like slot machine on a big scale. You put 500 yen into slot way over on the building.

They (slot machines) sit there like young courtesans, promising pleasures undreamed of, your deepest desires fulfilled, all lusts satiated.
Every time it fulfills your darkest desires as you always win. It grumbles and groans and suddenly loads of ice comes swooshing down the pipe and crashes into the box.
How amazing to construct a whole building to supply ice to the general public.
Yep, ice, radical mizu, pronounced hyou.
Five strokes.
The other sign (“P”) probably means car park, but I’m just guessing.
Where and when did you learn all this stuff?
Actually, Sergey and Larry helped me out.
Which stuff ? Car park ? Or ice ?
Well either way, I’m still benefitting from the (ripple) effects of my upmarket secondary education.