For as long as I can remember I've kept my wallet in my right back pocket. On the rare occasion that I accidentally stuff it in another pocket (grabbing groceries out of the car, hands full and I shove it in a random pocket) I've felt, well, naked. Every now and then I'll meet up with someone who admonishes me for carrying it there and casually informs me that keeping 32 assorted credit and rewards cards right under my butt will cause massive, irreversible back damage and the next world war.