You know you're old when...

I was leaving the gym today and there was a high school track meet (state?) going on. I held the door for two kids and realized that they were wearing my old high school colors. Sure enough their jackets confirmed that they went to the same high school as me. Here's the conversation. Keep in mind that I grew up in a very small town and my graduating class only had 23 people in it:

Me: Are you from East Butler?
Them: Yup.
Me: That's where I graduated.
Them: Really? What's your name?
Me: Jason Bougger.
Them: Hmm. Never heard of you.

And that's it. No name-recognition in my home town anymore.