From the day I started carrying a wallet in my back left pocket as a 15 year-old until about about a year ago when I stopped I lost my wallet exactly zero times; I coulda slapped it in my back pocket of a speedo kept together by about four strands of thread 9 hours after an 11am Sunday Softball game at McCarren Park without any fear of losing it.
Today I carried my wallet in my back left pocket into work and three different times I found myself wondering how the hell my wallet had gotten on the goddam floor again.
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