Of course it might also help if your www link worked. 
<kindly ol’ geezer snort> betenoir, I can beat your story with over a half-dozen off the top of my head. Try working in a reservations call center. At least your customers can read.
This is why I got a satchel - I always know where everything is.
Excuse me, miss? Has anyone turned in a satchel? What do you mean you don’t have it?!?!?!
Kidding!
Esprix
And while you’re at it, fix my coding! I want to speak to your manager!
Esprix
I agree. I keep my keys and change in my left pocket, my wallet and watch in my right. <punchline> My testicles and spectacles are in the usual places. </punchline>
I don’t think I’ve ever caried anything in my back pockets, and they’re as un worn as the day I bought the pants, if a bit flatter.
I guess it depends on how we sit. I keep my wallet and comb in my back pockets (wallet on left, comb on right) and it usually isn’t a problem. I really hate sitting on my wallet but I’m rarely in such a position that necessitates moving the wallet or simply removing it. My keys are always in my front left pocket so no room for much else in there. My change is in my right front; keeping anything else in there would be a problem when I need to hunt for change. In case you’re wondering, I’m not left handed. I’ve found it eaiser to hold my wallet in my left while using my right to handle the money; I used to keep my wallet in the same pocket as my comb but got tired of switching hands every time I needed it. It’s easier to have my wallet where I can grab it with the same hand I use to hold it.
Esprix: you’re still here? I thought you (http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=128357).
Nice to see you haven’t.
Sorry about all the bolding. Maybe coding mistakes is catching?
jeff olson, what on ** Earth is that[iub] supposed to* mean///111???
Jeff, didn’t you see my explanatory thread? I leave tomorrow morning on vacation, not for good.
Esprix
Thanks, I figured you had another thread somewhere. I had been meaning to read that particular one but I lost it amongst all the others.
Enjoy your vacation! My two weeks isn’t until October.
I keep my wallet in my back pocket. Usually it’s okay, unless I’m sitting on a particularly hard seat. If I can’t stand sitting on it, I transfer it to my breast pocket. I never take it out and leave it on the table or any place where there’s the slightest chance that I’ll walk off and leave it. Especially if there’s five hundred cash in it! As a result, I’ve never lost my wallet. Sort of.
I did once lose a wallet, but it wasn’t a regular wallet, it was one of those CD wallets. It was when I was going to college, taking a long bus ride both ways, and usually listened to my discman. It held about thirty CDs. A lot of them imports and out-of-print. Easily four hundred dollars worth of music, maybe five. (No credit cards, though.) In the span of an hour and a half, I went through all the stages of grief: Denial (It has to be in my backpack!), bargaining (Please, God, let it still be in my classroom), anger (FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK), and finally, acceptance (What the hell, it’s only money). It was oddly liberating, once I realised how minor a loss it was, all things considered. The point, of course, is that I, a poor college student, was able to handle the loss without assaulting a TA or abusing my fellow students, whereas the yuppie asshat acted like, well, a yuppie asshat.
Oh, the kicker? When I came back to class the next week, someone had turned the wallet, CDs intact, into the professor. I’m not usually given to mystical or religious thought, but I couldn’t help feeling there was a touch of karma in the air that Monday.
About 16 yrs ago, the kids, their dad and I went on a long travelling/camping trip, intending to stay away about 4 weeks. We got to our first o’night stop (about 500 km from home) quite late, and decided to check into a motel for the night. Leaving the next morning, and going to reception to pay for our stay, I found that my bag with wallet was missing! Said wallet had $700 cash plus my bankbook (this was before eftpos). I presumed it had been knocked off from the car when I had quickly ducked into the hamburger joint to grab some food the night before. I had enough money in my pocket to pay for the night’s stay, but being a Saturday, I could not get to the bank to get anymore money!
We drove south to a national park that I knew had free camping to sit out the weekend until I could access the bank. We had bugger-all food in the car, bugger all petrol and it was a most difficult weekend (couldn’t even catch a bloody fish…in a place that is NOTORIOUS for good fishing)
Aaaaanyway, Monday morning I was at the bank when they opened, got some money, then driving back up north decided to call into the police-station in the town (Merimbula) just on the offchance that the thief may have dumped the bag/wallet('cos I wanted my Mason Pearson hairbrush back…I had already given up on the money).
The bag AND the wallet AND the money (and the hairbrush and a couple of ageing bananas) had been handed in! Turns out that when I was getting the kids out of the car at the motel, I’d bunged the bag on the roof…forgotten about it…then when I’d driven off to get the burgers it’d fallen off. A lovely couple on their way to the beach the next morning had found it. I was incredibly surprised, happy and grateful to that couple…we got their address and offered them a reward but they wouldn’t hear of it!!
I do hope lots of nice things happened to them after that.
Then there was the time I left my wallet full of money (it was Xmas shopping day) at a tramstop, but I never got that back.
Ya gotta be philosophical about money…no use getting your knickers in a twist when it’s gone 
I can sort of identify with asshole customer, since I admit to having done something like that one time, although I hadn’t lost any money, I just became engorged in a loop of nastyness. I don’t know why, I guess I was in a really crappy mood. The thing is that after I left I realised how horrible I had been and, embarrassed as hell, went back into the store and apologysed for my behaviour. Granted the person wasn’t really impressed and didn’t really get the “you are such an asshole” look from his face, but I felt it was the right thing to do regardless.
Honey, I went to the flower shop today and got you this paradoxym of impatiants. Just because.