I hesitate to armchair quarterback as I obviously wasn't there.
But I can't help but think that I would not have drawn my pistol. My hand wrapped around it's grip ready to rock? Absolutely.
Jamming the door with a briefcase seems to be a long ways from perceiving a threat on my life. It doesn't sound like the creepy salesmen were trying to force entry, just hold you captive to their pitch.
No life threat, my pistol stays in it's holster.
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