Along with fingernails on a blackboard, there can be no worse sound than a dental drill.
That high-pitched buzz will bring back memories for most New Zealanders over a certain age, memories bad enough to make the "Is it safe?" scene in Marathon Man more documentary than film.
From the moment a pupil at primary school would come back from the Murder House to class with a note in hand, you presumed your number was up.
School dental nurses were as expert and humane as any medical professional, but it's unfathomable these days how so much pain could be delivered without an anaesthetic or some other pain killer.
The sound of the drill, and the subsequent digging up of gum tissue and nerve endings to put in fillings is the abiding memory of the school dental service.