My wallet is always, without exception, in one of three places: my hands, my dresser, or my right front pocket. I ratchet up my situational awareness when it comes out of my pocket, especially in crowded areas. I had my pocket picked about thirty years ago and there was nothing in it of consequence. Since then I've had one pickpocket try me, but it didn't end so well for him. I'm sure his wrist was sore for a while.